So!

I had to insert the word 'female' before the word 'strippers' in the title above to avoid confusion. Also, partly because my previous post on strippers were boys – none other than the dashing, erotic and world-famous Chippendales male strippers.

Most of my male readers were remotely disappointed upon learning that they weren't female strippers I was talking about.

But yeah, this time. It pretty much is.

But no, it's not us.

Ruby and I were just camwhoring while waiting for the rest to get ready

On Ruby's birthday, we decided to go to a strip club downtown Melbourne.

Since I've never been to one before, I thought, "hey, why not. Let's see what this is really like."

My gurls and I

Let's make this night one to remember! 🙂

So we dressed up, dolled up, sharpened up and put our best foot forward before setting off to the city

My Ne-Yo and I

We headed up to a bar-club first to grab a few drinks, down some shots and dance a few hours away.

Only then will be be smashed enough to rock up at the strip club. (and hopefully enjoy it better)

At Amber Lounge, along Lonsdale Street

Prepare for a night of mayhem!

It has been a long, long, LONG time since I've ever danced up high on the podium… letting go of everything with no reservations, feeling liberated, carefree and letting my hair down. Girls just want to have fun! 😀

In Ozzieland, people don't really give a a rats ass about extreme things; but instead, came up to join us.

Tequila shots shots shots shots shots shots shots… EVERYBODY!

Keep downing drinks like this~
Not tomorrow that just right now, now, now, now, now, now~

Gonna set the roof on fire~

Also, I made a short video of us skulling our shots

httpv://www.youtube.com/watch?v=N54P6vgUHLw

Happy Birthday Ruby 🙂 Hope you had a blast

Oh and.. we were in for some nasty fun later… ready?

(Ok oddly enough, we kinda look naked in the above photo)

Anyway, no photography was allowed in Dreams Gentlemens Club.

But if you've been reading me long enough, clearly, I have never given a rats ass about this reg in particular 🙂 And I'm technically a tourist, what better reason to introduce new things to my peeps back home?

So, out comes the sneaky stealth-like photos!

But surely, you can't expect photos of perfect quality when a tipsy girl is

  taking Blackberry photos in hush-hush, can you?

Besides, I didn't want them to be recognized nor blow their identity

I just wanted to show you a teeny bit of what I've experienced for the 1st time

If you want more, why not visit Dreams yourself? 🙂

We were there for some 3 good hours

And since it was her birthday, Ruby deserved a private lap-dance!

They were really professional, without a doubt

A no-kissing policy on this stage too, methinks

It also reminds me of the movies where men would slit cash in their underwear. Hot!

And that's not all! Here's the sneaky video that the birthday girl Ruby shot on her cellphone 🙂

httpv://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PLpvUsDQReM

Blurry but you can still make out the silhouette of the naked chick doing her thang

We hope you enjoyed your private strip dance, Ruby!

haha and here's me putting on a ridiculous cock-eyed-doll-eyed look for the fun of it

Thank God the week is done~
I feel like a zombie gone back to life~
 back, back to life~

Hands up, and suddenly we all got our hands up~
No control of my body~

Ain’t I seen you before?
I think I remember those eyes, eyes, eyes, eyes~

Cause baby tonight, the DJ got us falling in love again~
Yeah, baby tonight, the DJ got us falling in love again~
So dance, dance, like it’s the last, last night of your life~

Gonna get you right~
Cause baby tonight, the DJ got us falling in love again~

Keep downing drinks like this~
Not tomorrow that just right now, now, now, now, now, now~

Skull it! rar rar rar!

Happy Birthday again, Ruby. We're glad you were smashed haha!

By the wee hours of the morning, we have had enough and halted our night to an end 🙂

Another one of my weekend nights well spent. It's almost therapeutic to let loose some steam especially after enduring weekdays after days of hard knocks. I thrive on parties of any kind. It rejuvenates me to tackle the week ahead!

I'm sure Obama will be proud! (or… not?) 😛

After my weekend is said and done in the city, Sunday evenings are usually spent speeding back

to Churchill, Gippsland where I belong for the week LOL

Kon and I heading back home to Gippy, all aboard the V-Line train.

"All work and no play, makes Jack a dull boy"

Or in this case, "makes Jess a dull girl". So now that I have had my dosage of fun, it's back to business and in all seriousness, 2nd round of studies and assignments begins NOW.

Pronto!