A librarian goes a pole dancing

So today my shopping mission was to find an outfit to go pole dancing
in. My sister is getting married in about two months time and so her
girlfriends have planned a huge hen's weekend for her which includes a
pole dancing lesson at Bobbi's Pole Dancing Studio. Bobbi, it seems was
a professional pole dancer who was smart enough to catch on to a new
craze and start her own studio. They have lessons where you can learn
to pole dance or lap dance but they seem to specialise in hen's nights
- complete with alcohol. You can even do it with your workmates, but
somehow I can't see my fellow librarians getting into it.

Apparently it's the "in" thing to do at the moment - gone are the days
of "Studs Afloat" (ie a drunken harbour cruise where sexed up single
girls and the mother of the bride get to ogle ripped young men who are
probably gay). Or the theatre restaurant with bawdy jokes and carafes
of cheap sweet white wine - the most memorable included a scene where a
member of the party vomited on the table at the end of the night -
niiiice! Strippers are apparently passé and now embracing your
sexuality with a bit of slutty dancing is in (although you can still
hire an "exotic dancer" which sounds a hell of a lot like a stripper to
me).

I took a look at Bobbi's website and had a bit of a look at the hen's
night pics. It was good to see some "girls" in their trackies and it
looks like leopard print is in. I've been told to wear "hotpants" and a
singlet. Hmm, my 34 yo bod is not really up for a pair of hotpants but
I did manage to get a pair of short shorts instead. To achieve this I
had to go into lots of teenybopper cheap clothing stores where the
sullen shopgirls look you up and down and the music blares. The chicks
in Supré are the snobbiest, they think they are hot shit. But the funny
thing is that when I was a teenager you wouldn't be seen dead in Supré
- that's where my mum bought her leggings.