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Riding a stripper pole is not like riding a bike, but last night I did both.

von Hottie on the bike blender

I wasn't planning on blogging this as a workout, but since I'm stiff & sore from it, I'll blog about it.

Last night, I went to see my favorite raunchy comedy boys, FUCT, in their Cirque du Quoi show at the House of Yes. (I'd say you should see it but it's closing tonight). The show was completely inspiring because there were all these fine ladies doing circus tricks, and they were ripped and totally put the boys to shame. Sass, we need to get on this circus stuff. It should be part of the Feats of Summer.

What was also inspiring is that the bar had a bike-powered blender, which they let me take a ride on. Some stranger filmed me doing it. I was having so much fun on the bike, I didn't want to get off. After a few turns, I just couldn't stop there. Luckily, they had a stripper pole. I used to be a real dynamo on a stripper pole, but I seem to have lost my touch. Stripper pole does not equal bicycle - you can forget how to do it. Again, though, I just didn't want to get off. I was swinging on that thing until my knees hit the floor and I was covered in beer. Today, every time I laugh, my shoulders hurt and my left arm feels like I have a Charley Horse in it.

You better believe I'm doing pole dancing at Crunch ASAP. I can't ever repeat last night's poor showing on that pole.