Fun Night

So last night my husband and I were complaining about how much we didn't have any food for supper and so we had cereal and I was cooking hashbrowns (yummy!!) when I got a teary phone call from a dear friend of mine. She has been with her boyfriend for over a year now and has been going through a rough patch, so we took off and rescued her and had some fun! She wanted to go to a pub and visit, so we went to the strippers..... I know, I know.... It was only like the second time I have EVER been there and the first time that I was there was before I even knew my husband (so over six and a half years ago) but me being the daring individual that I am sucked up my pride and went with her and my husband. I was sooo awkward being in there.. During the first dance I was more concentrating on my husband to make sure that his back was to her so that he didn't look (and he did pretty well). Then my darling friend she wanted to play a game to either get a poster, magnet or whatever. What you need to do is throw money at the stripper, and you need to hit off the coins/magnet off of her naked body. She really wanted to do it so I went with her, (I mean we did come here for her) and when it was our turn for me to throw this money at this stripper I could feel my face go red and I could NOT throw the money. The money kept falling short of her and she made a joke about try not to hit her boobs because their plastic and would end up bouncing back anyways. That made me laugh really hard, because they were obviously fake. But I still couldn't throw the money at her because it is so degrading to have money thrown at you....oddly enough like a whore.... But I couldn't treat her like what she was..... weird..... So I ended up getting a magnet anyway (yee haw) and my friend didn't end up getting anything. Everyone knows how I feel about whores, and for me to be in a place that is deliberatly degarding to women was really hard for me to keep my mouth shut, especially to the leering men. I don't know why I felt the need to stick up for these women as this is their career choice and obviously have no problem having money thrown at them for a magnet on their naked body (I would love to know though how much take home they get). Maybe it's the fact that I don't know the reason that they are really there, and what kind of life they have outside of the strip joint. Perhaps I see the human, besides the very athletic bodies and fake breasts. Or I hate them for being able to work that poll so well..... Nah.....