2 days before my wedding in Las Vegas, I heard a knock on the door to our suite at Bellagio. I opened, but there was nobody outside. Instead I saw a pair of very high heels and some flashing bunny ears lying on the floor. I only had a brief moment to wonder what in the world was going on, before my friends jumped in and announced that for the rest of the day, I was in their custody. This was the beginning of my bachelorette party.
The first torment was a visit to Strippers 101 at Planet Hollywood, where all of us were attending a pole dancing/lap dance lesson. We weren’t allowed to take pictures inside, so unfortunately (or is it fortunately?), I have no pictures from the event.
Some of the girls were really good at it, but somehow I always managed to end up on the floor, knees first, so eventually I gave up and hid in a corner with the huge grail of strawberry daiquiri, the girls had arranged for me. After the session we all got our stripper certificate along with our assigned stripper names.
After Strippers 101 there was a 2-hour break in the program, and I was allowed to go back to Bellagio and change my clothes before the evening’s main event; The Chippendales at Rio. We got a few drinks before the show started which resulted in my Tina entering cougar-crazy mode by the very sight of the first oil-glistening male body on stage. She teamed up with an American girl next to her and ended up providing most of the off-stage entertainment that evening.
Chippendales also didn’t allow any photos during the show, but after the show, you could hang out with the guys in the after-show lounge and even take pictures.
Last summer, Trine and I went to see Thunder From Down Under at Excalibur, so Chippendales wasn’t my first encounter with half-naked, dancing men, and I think Chippendales were the best based on the following subjective criteria: 1) Their choreography was better and 2) The music was better.
Rio is a bit off the Strip, but it didn’t matter, because after Chippendales and x number of drinks, we found our way to the VooDoo Lounge on the 51st floor of the casino. We started with a line of tequila shot size XXL, and continued down this path for the rest of the evening and into the early hours for some. I managed to sneak back home around 1 o’clock, when me and my tired feet in high heels headed back to Bellagio after a really awesome bachelorette party.