--- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, "curtisdeltablues" <[EMAIL PROTECTED]> wrote: > > --- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, Peter <drpetersutphen@> wrote: > > > > Curtis, wouldn't it be fun to get a few beers in 'em > > and then ask, "What the f*ck, dude, just what the > > f*ck?" > > Or we could just ditch the stiffs and find a joint with > a couple of poles enthusiastically graced by America's > finest.
Ok, you got me with this one. :-) I know just the place. It's an airport stripper bar in Detroit. When I was commuting to work there from Santa Fe, it became one of my weekly stops on the way home, because they had their act so together, man. The bar was near the airport, and they had an electronic signboard above the bar listing the exact status of all departing flights, so you could sit there comfortably and wait for your flight to be loading, and then they'd provide a limo for you to the airport. Great concept. Anyway, there was one woman there whom I got to know fairly well. Very interesting. She was Dutch, finishing her Ph.D. at a local university, and she danced there to supplement her income. Being Dutch, she had no issues with nudity or sex, and loving to dance, she found it an interesting way to make money. She didn't do lap dances or hang out with the patrons (other than the ones who actually sat down and *talked* to her, like me); she made all her money from the tips she got while dancing. And it's the dancing that was so special. Back in Amsterdam she studied Tibetan Buddhism for a while, and that study has a tradition of seers being "taken over" by Dakinis as part of an oracular ritual. Well, this woman actually believed that from time to time one of these Dakinis would look down from whatever astral plane she lived in and feel like dancing for an audience again, and would "step into her body" and dance "through" her. And damn! if it didn't feel exactly that way to me, watching from the bar. Go figure, eh? A stripper who dances to music she carefully selects, and takes her clothes off for money, possibly "channeling" a thousand-year-old Tibetan goddess figure in the process. What a trip, eh? Compared to guys wearing gold Burger King crowns and long, flowing robes for a million bucks a pop, I'd have to say that this woman was *far* more impressive. It might have all been mood-making and delusion, sure. But so might the buzz that the Rajas get from playing dress-up. Being a Tantric at heart, I kinda preferred the stripper's act to theirs. > I think we both already know too much about the pompous > bullshittery going on under those golden space caps. I > would much rather spend some time in the Champagne room > with a chick with a luxury car's name and a fist full > of 20s! > > But back to your idea, I imagine we would have to get > them into a few rounds of shots before they would look > us in the eye and admit, "Yeah man, I'm sorry, I just > got carried away with myself and I now look > like a total tool!"
