A Living Room Show

The boredom of my life is multiplied by 10 this week. For I have the week off from work, and I am here, in New York while Jeff is there, in Cleveland. Believe me, I'm not complaining that I have the week off, just pointing out that the level of lame has increased tenfold. 

The other day I decided to clear off the pond in my parents backyard so I could try to ice skate on it. They have lived there for just over eight years now, and never has anyone cleaned off the pond during the winter. A major sign of boredom if you ask me. Anyways, I did it, and I skated around the pond in my sneakers. 

It was enjoyable and got me thinking. The last time I went ice skating I was in college and went with some friends that were sorority sisters. I was not in a sorority, but I lived with a group of them. This made for some interesting times. One night sticks out among all others!

Jeff and I had basketball games on this particular Saturday night. Like we often did, we went out to eat following our games and were returning to my dorm to figure out what to do next. Typically we had two options. Join in the festivities of a Saturday night on a college campus, or watch a movie and go to sleep. It highly depended on the outcome of our games. I'm not quite sure what our decision was for this night, but when we got back to my suite, we were not left much of a choice. 

We found the door locked, which was never the case. We found it odd, but unlocked it and entered the living room. Here, we found a good 25 people gathered around the outside of the living room. Swanky music was playing and then we saw the main attraction. A little too much of the main attraction. You see, one of the sorority girls that lived in my suite was a stripper on the side. Not to get her through college, but for fun. She enjoyed it so much, she invited all of these people to come over and watch her put on a show. I will let you use your own discretion and chose which one you think is the stripper.

She in that picture. Luckily, we are all fully clothed in that picture. When Jeff and I walked into my suite that night, one person in that picture was not. In fact, she was wearing nothing but a red boa. As any of you would surely do, we stayed in that living room and were thoroughly entertained for a few minutes. Soon after, disgust settled in and we left! 

From what I hear, my old stripper friend is doing well for herself now that she has grown up some. She is handling the finances for a company. The company? The strip club she learned her living room moves from! 

Ahhhh! I love reminiscing. So glad I decided to clear off the pond!