on poles n pals

darn. i am a whole year older. a whole year closer to never doing things i want to do. a whole year closer to finally being able to do just whatever i want to do. a whole year closer to the year after which i have no more years.. hmm.

on the bright side. today i had an accidental celebration. after dinner (i had a bloody steak, like literally bloody cos it's undercooked) me & el went walking around. passing from one mall to the next (identification shall be withheld to protect reputation), we were surprised to see bulky security guards folding their arms and denying access to the couple in front of us. it wasn't quite ten yet n the mall's still open so what's the fuss? then we saw the poster.. Party exclusive for ladies.. 9-11 pm.. And we heard music coming from inside. Intrigued, we neared the entrance, and the security expansively waved us in (for a moment letting me imagine i'm a vip and the whole mall's been reserved just for me).

we went on to the main lobby area which was absolutely packed with sweaty, grinning ladies. n guess what? there was a pole dancing competition hot in progress! i kid u not. openmouthed, i stared at the three guys gyrating about blue, yellow & red poles, and i looked at el in amazement. "oh my god.. so disgusting!!" needless to say we took the escalator up and found a spot. it was a hoot.. forgive me for i have sinned but it was hilarious! the first guy was popular with the female fans, maybe owing to his red g-string (yes!! eww!!!). the second had plastic for bones and did a very credible ah meng act when he shimmied up the pole with both feet (Glenn Ong: What planet is this guy from?!). The third was quite cute and the most laid back of the dancers, he just carried on as per normal as if in a club and he hardly used the pole. sometimes he danced in front of it and sometimes behind it, that's all. el fell for him big time, moaning 'if he's tan even better man, but my god his body's so hunky!' not an inch of excess flesh.. unlike number one, who after he whipped off his shirt, showed a neat inch of pot belly that jiggled with his more vigorous moves.

the audience were as entertaining to watch as the dancers' mad antics. the funniest was when a couple of tudung women, a girl n her mum, went up the escalator with their heads firmly turned away from the sinful scene, pretending to examine the kiddy shop's window.. ha! then there was a young blue tudung lady behind me, when we saw her we exchanged amused glances, and at the end she enthusiastically joined in the applause.. i was aghast to see knee high kids laughing and prancing along to the music, if i were a parent i'd have clamped my hand over their eyes.

glenn ong and flying dutchman, hosting, were the best part of the show. they were hilarious.. el laughed so hard at their dirty talk her stomach cramped.. i'd reproduce some of their repartee here but it's a lil' crude, and it won't be as funny now, u had to be there.

well after the dancing the audience voted (we didn't la) and red g-string won by over a hundred votes! there was a winner from the audience as well, a 32 yr old woman (yeah, she had her i/c read out) who got to go collect her prize and got sweaty pecks on the cheek from her favourite pole dancer.. must have made her week..

so, yeah, i celebrated becoming a year older by being exposed (pardon the pun) to 'adult' entertainment.. errmm.. it was certainly an experience la, if for the wrong reasons.. so crude until funny..

afterwards we went for coffee and cake.. and it was good just spending good time chilling with a great pal and just talking in the unguarded, easy manner u only achieve after years of comfortable friendship.

so take my advise pple. on your next birthday, surround urself with pals, music, throw in a pole and let loOsE... =P