Ladies, last night I made my first trip to one of LA's hottest new nightclubs, Voyeur. I'll admit it's been a while since I've gone clubbing (having a husband will do that to you) but apparently in my absence, more has changed than just the names of the venues (as anyone from LA will tell you, the names of nightclubs change as quickly as Paris Hilton swaps boyfriends).
At Voyeur--as the name clearly suggest--the experience is all about watching. It's a relatively small space, but what the club is lacking in square footage, it makes up in women. And no, I'm not talking about the slew of twenty-something scantily-clad girls that wait in line to cozy up to boys with tables. I'm talking about the club's professional dancers. Voyeur has taken the go-go dancer to the next level. By undressing her. Yes ladies, Voyeur is filled with topless women.
These women hang from the ceiling, writhing around on a cargo net, they are on very low stage, they hang from a Velcro wall, they dance in glass boxes, they are everywhere. When the first dancer took her top off, I looked over at Entrepeanutbutter, my partner in crime for the evening, and both of our mouths were agape.
When did this happen? When were nightclubs and strip clubs merged? In an environment that is dominated by super hot, masked, naked women, how do the regular (clothed) girls compete? I know that no woman of this day and age actually expects to meet a boyfriend at a night club, but how can you even find someone to party with when all the men in the room are well, embracing their inner voyeurs?
2 comments:
What happened to you after October 2010. I just read through all of your blogs, and you have left me wondering what happened to this very delightful young lady.
Thanks so much for your comment, Anonymous. Things have turned out well -- writing full-time with a novel about to launch! And most importantly, happily married to Mr. Neighbor.
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