STAGE MISHAPS
Last month I went to a strip club with The Texan that I had briefly danced at in the early 90s. They’d expanded, but had enough of the original details/dive feel to give me Deja vu. One of my funniest stage stories happened in that club (I regaled our table with the story while we were there). It was a packed weekend night. I was feeling top notch. I was strutting on stage and went to swing around the pole, unfortunately, I forgot I was wearing silk gloves (major stripper fashion back then), which have zero grip, I slid straight down on my ass with an audible smack that was heard a mile away. The entire crowd made an involuntary “oooh”. What could I do. I laughed and continued the rest of my song. I made a bunch of dough: pity tips. Don’t knock ‘em.