Strip club sparks curiosity
By Kristine Wedum
Chances are that if you've been on campus for at least a quarter you've heard of it: the Pink Poodle, a gentlemen's club. Ask anyone who's been and they'll tell you the girls are raunchy -- code for not hot -- and the old men stare.
Naturally, I was intrigued. Why would anyone, let alone guys craving eye candy, go to a place with this kind of a reputation? What's so great about the Pink Poodle?
With a bit of liquid courage running through my system, I took seven of my girlfriends with me out to find that answer. By the end of the night, I'd decided that while the club is absolutely hilarious, it's also expensive and creepy, and quite honestly -- the girls aren't even cute.
With the exception of my personal favorite, a young (and very flexible) brunette whom I'll affectionately call Red Thong, the girls were flabby, hard on the eyes and had horrible fashion sense (pink fur accessories were a thing of the '90s, FYI). Why come here when a four-dollar movie rental from the XXX section is just as satisfying?
And here's another thing: the people you end up spending your night with are complete Creepy McCreepersons.
Apparently, Friday nights are big with the Western crowd, and after the eight of us found our way to a table in the front, it became pretty obvious that about 30 cowboy hats would be joining us for our night of pure erotica.
They were old, rather overweight and had a bit of a staring problem (not that this would be an issue if they were studying the naked woman standing in front of them, and not us).
It's also wicked pricey. I have a hard time understanding how people can actually afford to do this on a regular basis.
To end our evening with a bang, my girls and I did what we only could assume was strip club tradition and purchased our friend a lap dance for her birthday.
As enjoyable and hilarious as it was to see our birthday girl up there in her bra with the words "Destiny's Bitch" Sharpied on her stomach, it was hardly worth 80 dollars.
Overall, I'd have to say the Pink Poodle is one of those places you have to go at least once.
I'm still left wondering how a place like this could fulfill anyone's fantasy, but if you're in the mood for a good laugh and have extra money to blow, I'd recommend going.
The girls aren't attractive, but it's fun to marvel at how they pull off 8-inch heels without falling.
Just one piece of advice: Tip. It's common courtesy at these places and if you don't, they call you out on it over the microphone and ask for your party to move to the back.
Not that I would know.
Contact Kristine Wedum at kwedum@scu.edu.