ADHD Symptom: Often engaging in physically dangerous activities without considering possible consequences (i.e. a lap dance).
While the deadly virus, Viral Hemorrhagic Septicemia (VHS) is killing our fish in the Great Lakes and most of our honeybees are suddenly dropping like flies, before I start to panic, I think this just may be the perfect time for a lap dance. That's right; an overly firm pair of buttocks gyrating to the rhythm of any overplayed 90's dance hit found on most dance hit compilations, is what we should all be experiencing.
If I had the ability to slow down enough so my mind can focus on one thing, I would probably have a panic attack over Armageddon. I would start to hyper-focus about all the devastating circumstances occurring all around us. So instead, I allowed one of my many symptoms to kick in and my last night in Vegas, I allowed myself to engage in a physically dangerous activity; a silicon-enhanced lap dance-two for the price of one.
I can admire a female's sensuality, accept a lap dance and not have my sexually threatened, but this particular dance I encountered my last night in Vegas, could have very well been my last! Look, if you want to dance to the Divinals for me, that's fine, I can admire you from an arms length. Just please don't scratch my cornea with those hardened torpedoes pasted onto your chest. Hey. I'm alI for plastic surgery. If it makes you happy, do it. Its not gonna effect my life, but in the case of Cherry circus size breasts, it effected my eyesight. She was poking them ( I say them because it was like having three people there) in my face as if I was a visually impaired bitch threatening to sue if I didn't get my money's worth. I asked her politely, with one eye, if she could please give me some space and she apologized for being overly affectionate claiming that it was her upbringing along with seven other siblings that made her "so touchy feely".
I asked her what she used on her skin that was remarkably smooth and she said, I Can't Believe its Not Butter. Three bucks a tub. Meanwhile, I am paying 14 dollars a mini tub of shae butter made at the Israel Institute of Technology and my skin steals feel freshly lizard-like in the middle of spring.
I was uncomfortably the center of her attention for six minutes and as soon as the second song came to a close, I feigned nausea and politely showed myself the door. And as I was making my speed getaway out, I could swear that I saw James Lipton asking a stripper in the middle of her dance, " If Heaven exists, what would you like to hear God say when you arrive at the Pearly Gates? Grabbing a big bill between her breasts she said, "Keep the change?"
And walked away. God, I love Vegas.