I’ve been to almost every kind of home party imaginable: makeup, candles, The Cult of Pampered Chef, random house crap, sex toy party, etc. You know how many things I still own from those parties? Zero. Oh, wait. No, I still have the wooden spoons from The Cult, but that’s it.
What I haven’t yet done is a Pole Dancing Party courtesy of a local company called Pole Dancing Divas run by a player for the Pittsburgh Passion.
The laughing and cheering at our pole dance parties is amazing. It’s an experience that may just be the most fun you’ve ever had with your girlfriends. It’s a fantastic workout for the body and soul—at the end of the night you will not be the same person you were when you arrived! Don’t think our parties are just for the young and agile, they’re suitable for women of all ages, all shapes and sizes!
You know what mental image I don’t need filed in my “Pops into my head all the damn time” file? The image of a 200 lb. 84-year-old woman straddling a pole.
One of the suggested uses on the site is to have a Pole Dancing Retirement Party.
Know what other mental image I don’t need filed in my “Pops into my head all the damn time” file? The image of 15 retirees trying to do the Fireman spin while dressed like they fell out of Moulin Rouge.
No thanks. Very much.
I give it about a week before I get invited to one of these things. And I’ll have to go. And I’ll rock at it.
Also, be sure to check out the thongs they sell (kinda sorta safe for work). I just want you to know that if you are one of those girls that buys the “sexy light up thong” which the site recommends you wear to the clubs, that I will be the hot girl at the bar pointing at you and calling you a slut.
You can see the thong in action here (mostly kinda safe for work).