Long weekends, don’t we all look forward to them? There is something about only working a 4 day week that makes life that little bit more bearable. Why I chose to spend the Queen’s birthday celebrating in a strip club, well that’s a question I don’t want to ever have to answer to my mother.

It took quite a lot of convincing to gather a group of girlfriends to head to a place called ‘Dancer’s Cabaret,’ but with the promise of not only boobies but magicians with bunnies too, I managed to pressure a few into it.

Now I have been to a few strip clubs in my time and Dancer’s Cabaret is one of the more stylish. Still, this didn’t stop one of my friend’s, a virgin to a strip club, jaw from dropping as we entered the club. Gorgeous women were everywhere, not only on stage but enjoying the funky music pumping on the dance floor as well.

The club was filled with boobies, but no matter how much I searched, not a bunny in sight. Ok, so maybe the magician was a ploy to help lure unsuspecting females into the bar, nonetheless, the nurse up on stage would be sure to make you feel better about it. However, after a few uncomfortable glances from my girlfriends we headed up to the dance floor to admire the view from afar, and dance our cares away.

And dance we did. The music was rocking; Jackster was on the decks with some appropriately mainstreamish type music, guaranteed to help with any uncomfortable feeling my girlfriends might be having. The hours we were there were filled with tracks that everyone would have liked at least most of them. So we danced, and we danced and we danced. And then we danced again. After everyone had warmed to the fact that every time you moved your head a flash of female nudity would come into your line of sight, we had a really good night.

The boys who came out with us, had an exceptionally good night. I guess you can’t go wrong with naked gyrating gorgeous women as well as getting to dance around with your closet female friends. Definitely getting your cake and eating it too.

It was certainly an entertaining and different kind of night. Something I would recommend if you’re tired of the same old scene every time you go clubbing on the weekend. Just what the promoters had promised. Is it wrong if I admit I really enjoyed myself over Queen’s long weekend in a strip club? Maybe, but it certainly made it one I won’t forget easily, but that could have had to do with the boobs I had rubbed in my face at the end of the night, followed by a phone number and an offer for a private strip dancing class if I was interested… Maybe next long weekend, maybe I could make it my annual long weekend celebration night out…