Stipperpalooza Day 1

It is 9:32 and I am exhausted. I don’t know that I’ve been exhausted at 9:32 in like forever. Even after spending 8 hours digging ditches in Honduras I was less exhausted. Strippers are more work than building a house, as it turns out.

First of all I had to get up at 7 a.m. No bueno. Getting up at 7 a.m.? Not fun. Not being able to fall asleep until my regular bedtime of 4 a.m.? Even less fun. Digging of ditches? Last time I got up at 7 a.m. And that was to go save the world, so I was at least a little inspired. Today I was climbing out of bed to go provide the world with more photography of breastsisists. A little less inspirational. Or so I thought at the time.

You really can’t help but be inspired by women who show up and spend the remainder of their time lounging with no shirt on. The first one who did this took me by surprise, as it was only 8 a.m. and I’d barely woken up and there were two very perky breasts staring back at me (and yes, they do stare, kinda like Mona Lisa’s eyes, they follow you wherever you go (especially if you tip well)). Then as the day wore on I found myself carrying on normal everyday conversations with topless women and not even really noticing that they had no shirt on. Turns out they lose their shock factor after 10 a.m.

I was seriously impressed with these women’s lack of modesty. I have trouble taking my clothes off to take a shower. That’s how much I hate being naked. And these women are just walking around topless as if it’s an every day occurrence (this might have something to do with the fact that it actually IS an every day occurrence for them...).

I met quite a few nice women today (and their breasts). Say what you want about stripping as a profession but damn if these women aren’t making an assload of money and having fun and putting themselves through school and raising kids (and getting disowned (one girl had a “crazy Portuguese father who had steam blowing out his ears” when he found out his daughter was stripping) (I too have a crazy Portuguese father, so I understand the visual)).

Tomorrow I will take on even more strippers and their breastsisists. Some had been hesitant to come to the shoot because of the whole “photos and video for the internet” thing. But once they saw that we were actually taking some classy photos (the word “classy” is very relative) they all wanted to come tomorrow and participate. That means even more boobs tomorrow. Going by my last post and its recommendation for the key to happiness I should be happy for like 20-30 years after this shoot. Hell, if I could just sleep until at least 10 a.m. on Friday I’ll have found all the happiness I need.