Boobgate '08...OR...Things I Will Do For Money
So last night was Wednesday. And on Wednesdays at Cody's they have a wet t-shirt contest. Two weeks ago, I was disappointed by my self restraint (and poor listening/hearing ablities) and did not participate in what would of been surely a lock for me.
Vowing vengence on my sobriety and modesty, I found myself at Cody's last night. Complete with about 15 of Joe's coworkers. I don't have an exact head count. It possibly was more. And one of my friends from school. The ever wonderful classroom boyfriend, Kevin Stokes.
A half bottle of Boone's Farm and two beers into my night, I found myself signing up. Another half a beer and I was being shown to my 'changing room'. There I was at a loss as to what I was to do next. Two very excited (perhaps drunk as well) girls helped me into my tank top and then proceeded to help me hooch it up by rolling it and cutting it up the back. We laughed. We danced. I was comforted about my belly fat. (WHAT? I HAVE BELLY FAT?!?!?) And also told that we were going to beat the Stephanie's girls (from Stephanie's Caberet, the local strip club that sponsored the event). I followed them up on stage. I stood meekly but excitedly near the rear of the line. Then was told that I needed to be first. DAMN. I DON'T WANNA BE FIRST!
And then a bucket of ice water was dumped on me. I assume that you know what happens when buckets of ice water hit a girl in a white tank top. And putting everything my mother ever told me aside (though honestly, this never was mentioned), I ripped my shirt off. Yes, about 75 of my closest NEW friends got to see what was previously only seen by myself, trained professionals and well, Joe. I sauntered my way back across the stage to the end of the line.
And then the announcer said-'Leslie, you can't do that. You're disqualified.'
And the door guy said something to the effect of-'Since when? When did this start?'
And the announcer-'Tonight.'
Door Guy-'I didn't know that.'
So now cold and wet and mostly topless, I watched as the other contestants managed to show some restraint and keep their tops on. But not without flashing everyone. (So what difference did it really make that I ripped my shirt off? I could still get it to cover most of myself.)
Some dry clothes later, Joe was furious. And you all know Joe. When he gets mad, everyone knows it. I could tell it from on stage. And the more he got mad, the more upset I got thinking about how stupid I had been. How ashamed I should feel. (BUT I wasn't!) But I have to admit, I liked that Joe was mad because he was mad for me. For my injustice.
I explained several times what exactly had transpired onstage. At one point, an older gentleman in a wheelchair came up to me and took my hand. He asked what happened and I explained. He said it wasn't right. He was cheering for me. He came especially for the boobies. And he liked what I had. I kept thanking him because honestly, isn't a stranger telling you you have a nice rack the greatest complement of them all? And then he asked me where I worked (as in what strip club) and I told him that it was my first time doing that. And he complimented me again. And isn't being asked what strip club you work at the second greatest complement of them all?
Joe continued to be angry. And his anger caused him to throw ice at the building when the bartender was out on a smoke break. This caused her to yell at him and tell him that he was out of there. As in he was getting kicked out. Joe stormed out and I followed but not without Joe also dumping his fresh drink on the ground. The bartender and the large door guy (who I'm pretty sure wouldn't of cared and probably felt bad for me in some small way) followed us out.
I drove us home (in the Slick Vic!). Joe continued to be angry and I continued to be crazy.
Some thoughts on the incident (Boobgate '08)-
Two weeks ago, only one girl did not show us her boobs. She came in second place. And we all felt that she was cheated. I didn't want to be that girl so I took the risk of ripping my top off. Unfortunatly, it appears that it backfired on me. Which is why I didn't want to go first. Had I not been first, I wouldn't of even thought of doing that. Flashing, maybe. But not taking off my shirt if the others weren't doing it.
And how did the other girls know not to take their shirts off? There were no rules posted or gone over before hand. It bothers me that the door guy didn't know. It bothers me that I didn't know! Its not like because we wern't there last week that we missed out on the new rule since it clearly was stated that it started tonight.
Supposedly because Stephanie's sponsors the contest that they don't have to pay if one of their girls wins. Fine. But Joe's theory is that because they saw that I had a huge crowd with me, that they wanted to make sure that I didn't win. It would look really bad if one of the strippers lost or was declared the winner when clearly it belonged to someone else.
Joe also believes that they were looking to throw him out because he was calling out their bluff. Storming around with mad face probably didn't help
I could of protested. I could of been a baby or a bitch about the whole thing. I could of asked some questions. (I think that the door guy might of been on my side. I sort of expected hime to say something to me later, an apology perhaps? but he didn't) I could of just kept on participating. Dancing around on the stage and the like. I think that may of been the way to go.
A chant of my name could of been started but my name is unfortunatly not one that incites well understood chants. Leslie is soft sounding, its too long and just sounds like drunken blabber when you yell it. Now a name like Kate is an ideal chanting name.
Anyway, I shouldn't worry about it. I shouldn't keep dwelling on it. I should chalk it up to being 25 and needing this experience. I've always wanted to be on a Girls Gone Wild tape and that was close enough for me.
I don't think that Joe will be allowed back into Cody's on Wednesday nights anymore. I don't think that I'll be participating in anymore wet t-shirt contests...unless rules are clearly explained to me before hand.
But now I'm the hottest topic at Oscar Meyer AND a stranger has told me that he liked my jugs! WHOO! Go me!
[EDIT-Orginally published to Blogger on 7/30/11]
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