What am I going to do with all of these thongs?

Last Friday was a magical evening. I had planned for this particular evening for MONTHS.

Yes, I finally got to see the Thunder from Down Under.

I just want to start by saying that I'm not a huge fan of cheesy strippers thrusting their pelvises around but the idea of it has always seemed hysterical. This show did not let me down. I think the venue was packed with mostly bachelorette parties (I was with one actually) and the women going nuts over these dudes almost had me in tears.

I guess I can't make too much fun though because I lost my voice screaming, "Show me your weiners!" and "Where are the wangs?!"

Their choreographed dance moves were horrific. I've never seen such a lack of rhythm. They had little "skits" that included: spartans, pirates (yes, one of them was Captain Jack Sparrow) and cowboys. I haven't laughed that hard in years.

Don't get me wrong, they were in ridiculously good shape. That picture above? Yeah, that's definitely NOT any sort of trickery. They're ripped. And they're all from New Zealand and Australia. Nice bodies + hot accents? Yeah, can you imagine the pandomonium at this venue?

After the show, we hung out at the bar attached to the venue. I was kind of shocked to see these dudes dressed in their normal street clothes hanging out. I chatted up 3 of them and they were really nice especially since I was asking questions like, "Are you gay?" and "Who the hell choreographed your lame dance moves?" Seriously, why didn't they punch me?

Most of them are pretty young but like I said, they were very friendly. One of the dancers told me I was cute to which Theresa yelled, "She's married!" Thanks for ruining my game! I wasn't going to do anything but it's nice to get a compliment (even if it wasn't sincere) from time to time... and especially if it's given with a hot accent.

The funniest part of that whole evening is what came on the news later that weekend. Apparently their van was stolen! We all joked that one of us was the culprit but seriously - what would I do with tearaway pants? The Mr already owns 2 thongs. Thankfully for all the ladies who bought tickets for their upcoming shows, it was recovered.

Here are some pics from the night:



Kristin farted in this picture. Haha... okay maybe not really but that's what we were emoting.

I don't remember the emotion here.


And now here's a little story about this picture. Before we all met up for the party, I asked Kristin to pick up a bottle of vodka. She asked if I had a preference to which I said, "No Popov and nothing in a plastic container." She showed up with an $8 bottle of Burnetts. Let's just say my evening ended with me vomiting twice and feeling like death all the next day during our kickball playoffs (we lost... shockingly). I still don't think I've recovered completely. My aging body can't handle super cheap booze anymore like it used to.

Lastly - they did not allow cameras in the venue so I paid a whopping $20 for this crappy polaroid. Sorry for the blurriness, I don't have a scanner and I didn't want to ask my dad to scan it for me.


Another funny bit of that evening was that all of the boys got together for their own night of debauchery which ended up at a nudie bar. So we spent our evening separately but essentially did the same thing. Hilarious.