Yeah, so the title of this post is self explanatory. But I’m guessing you want details? Like how and why? More like how awesome was it and why did it take this long for me to write about it?
While in Vegas, I went to see seven shows. Thunder From Down Under was one of my favourites. We were looking through the different shows that we could potentially go to and trying to organize our time, figuring out which days we would do what. I was staying at the Luxor, which has a connection to the Excalibur. They had a deal at these hotels where you can attend two of their shows for $75. So naturally, I went for this deal.
I commented on how I wanted to see it, and to my surprise, my grandma said she would go with me. I had to make sure she was serious. She was. I wanted my cousin to come too, but she was only 18 at the time. But lucky for us, 18 year olds are allowed to go as long as they are accompanied by an adult over the age of 21. Done and done.
We had some time before the show started, so my cousin and I went back to our respective hotels to get ready while my grandma did some more gambling. Before we met up to go in, my grandma asked someone where the Thunder From Down Under Showroom was. Apparently they replied with, “YOU’RE going to Thunder From Down Under?” To which she replied, “Yes, I’m going with my granddaughters,” in a way that suggested that it was a perfectly normal thing for her to be doing.
My cousin and I were so excited for the show. The novelty of it wasn’t so much the fact that we were going to see strippers. It was the fact that we were going to see strippers with our grandma. Who does that? Who else can say that they’ve done that? I’m probably the only person who can say she saw male strippers with her 18 year old cousin and her 79 year old grandma. And more importantly, that I enjoyed seeing male strippers with my 18 year old cousin and my 79 year old grandma.
My grandma’s awesomeness does not stop with the fact that she agreed to come with us. She also bought me a drink. And not just any drink. A giant fishbowl drink. I was still trying to finish it at the end of the show.
This was my first time at a male strip show. Because sadly, there are no male strip clubs in Vancouver. At least none that I am aware of. Are there? In Nevada, apparently there’s a law where they’re not allowed to remove everything. So no full frontal. But my grandma mentioned to us that back in her day, they took everything off.
Before the show started, there were videos on the screen with various clips of the men from Thunder From Down Under. In one of them, it showed them all hanging out in their dressing rooms, and one guy was playing guitar, and one of them was straightening the other guy’s hair. I was like is that what they do when they hang out? Sit around straightening each other’s hair and serenading each other on the guitar?
Like any good male strip show, there was a fake orgasm contest, where the host brings three ladies onstage to do their best fake orgasm to win prizes. I’m kind of glad I didn’t get picked for that. It would probably be horrifying to have to do that in front of my cousin and my grandma. And I’m even more grateful that neither of them went up. I can’t even imagine.
I loved their dance numbers. And their bodies. It’s actually quite intimidating how insanely in shape they keep themselves. There were a bunch of times when they would invite a girl on stage to get some private one on one time with one of the guys. Sadly, I was not chosen. It’s usually girls who are there for bachelorette parties and birthdays that get to go up. Or whichever girl screams the loudest.
They don’t stay onstage for the entire time. Sometimes they come around out into the audience. Which was great for us because we had a couple of them pass by our table a few times. One guy came around and he gave my grandma a hug and he gave my cousin a hug. But he completely ignored me. I was feeling rather neglected. But the later, another guy came by and sat on my lap. So it was all good in the end.
After the show, you get the chance to get your picture taken with the guys onstage. No, sadly my grandma did not get one taken. But she gave my cousin and I $20 each to get them for ourselves. Would your grandma give you money to go sit on a stripper’s lap? Yeah, didn’t think so.
They showed us different poses that they could do with us. For one of them, they said it was for your ex-boyfriends, and they were all giving the finger. My cousin, being the classy girl that she is, decided to choose that one. So she, along with the guys, are all giving the finger to the camera. She said it was a message to all the guys who have hurt her, that the Thunder From Down Under guys support her. I thought that was pretty awesome.
I went for something a little less harsh, and just positioned myself across their laps. Still keeping it classy as always. Clint, the guy with the pink hair greeted me on the stage and said he liked my outfit. He was my favourite. He had dyed his hair pink to show support for breast cancer awareness. I also liked Matthew, the guy who hosted it. At the end, he does some stripping himself, which is awesome. And then I sat on the young guy’s lap and we talked about how they had done a show at the River Rock the previous year and how I’m from Richmond. I was still talking to him and didn’t even realize my time was up. I totally could have sat there longer…
Because we’re awesome, we checked our coupon books for coupons for a free poster from the merchandise shop. But in all our excitement, we forgot to claim them. Luckily our hotels were right near the Excalibur, so we went back to get what was rightfully ours.
There was a 9:00pm show and an 11:00pm show. We went to the early one. Grandma likes to party, but she still needs to be in bed at a reasonable hour. You have the opportunity to get your photos and posters signed at the end of the show, but for some reason we didn’t. But I was determined not to miss out.
After leaving my grandma and my cousin and going back to my hotel, I went back to the Thunder From Down Under Showroom to wait. I dropped stuff off in my room first and my dad asked me where I was going since it was quite late by that time. I informed him I was going to go get my stuff signed by strippers and went on my way.
I had to wait a while. A lot of girls from the second show were getting their photos taken, and taking their time doing so. But it was well worth the wait. What’s better than a Thunder From Down Under photo and poster? A signed Thunder From Down Under photo and poster. Plus further interaction with the guys, however minimal it may have been. I made sure I was visible enough in the crowd to push through and get each one of their signatures.
This experience was probably the most memorable of the trip. And one of my most memorable experiences in general. For some, Vegas may be all about getting wasted in some high end nightclub. But for me, it was all about strippers with my grandma.