How can anyone go to Las Vegas for a bachelor/ette party and not go to a strip club?
I have to admit I was a little hesitant about going to a strip joint (the stories you hear), but after we arrived and went upstairs to the All-American Male Review my eyes were opened to a whole new world.
I wasn't sure what I was expecting, but I definitely didn't expect choreographed dancing and packs of women hollering for more! Extremely toned (and probably college students, but that's ok) men danced around in costumes that would fill any woman's fantasy - pilots, cowboys (good and bad), detectives in trench coats, etc. made their way onto the stage and performed a dance before the announcer calls out the names of the brides-to-be and birthday girls in the room. Those women end up on stage with the stripper of their choice (predetermined when you pay for the stage dance - approx. $30-$35+ depending on what they do) and proceed to be embarrassed and/or aroused by the gyrations and actions of the stripper.
The most hysterical part of the evening was to see the various brides-to-be on stage and their reactions. Some were timid and still in shock over the whole fantastical display, but others jumped right into the throes of these men who could easily replace Fabio on any romance novel cover.
Note to the Brides-to-be: Don't pick the first stripper you see for your stage dance because you'll inevitably see a half dozen you'll like even more.
With the $20 cover, you'll get two free drinks. Everyone seemed to be with a birthday party or a bachelorette party and absolutely hysterical fun to be had by all. A most memorable evening.