Here Are Shabooty’s Strip Club + Stripper Observations From This Past Weekend in NYC. Oh, & Shout Out to Rick’s! #Anecdote
I could sit here all day and tell you how good Rick’s Cabaret is (IT IS), but I went to some other places in NYC as well ’cause it was my friend’s bachelor party later in the weekend (how could I refuse), and I’d first like to start off by telling you how BAD some other places are. One place was sorta dead and the other place, basically we were sitting at a table, and then a bunch of guys came in waiting to be seated and where do they stand? Right in front of our table, obstructing our view (of the dancers on stage)! So if you don’t want obstructed views, a ton of chicks, and a lively environment, my suggestion is to def. stick with Rick’s Cabaret in NYC. Oh, also, one of the alluded to other places I went, I actually randomly saw two girls I knew. One was a massage girl and the other a bum-model. By that I don’t mean an a$$-model, I mean a fledgeling model. Now the massage girl, after I said hi to her, never actually came to my table as promised (THIS IS A FRIEND OF MINE, SUPPOSEDLY). And the other girl sorta blew me off when I realized it was her and introduced myself (though, I got admittedly got her name half wrong LOL). She was prolly like coked up or something (allegedly).
So my point of saying all of that is… at Rick’s you’ll have fun and meet friendly people. LOL; Vs. this other place, where even my “friends” that worked there treated me like shit because they were busy trying to act like rockstars; VS. at Ricks, where I was actually partying with real celebrities. Haha. Oh, one’s that I am friends with who don’t want to be mentioned. (See – I am not a starfu*ker, after all).
P.s. I was joking about that one chick I know being coked up (though, you never know), and as far as the massage girl never coming by my table, maybe she was too busy massaging a high roller (it sure looked that way — and by high roller I just mean a douchebag), but she actually was SWEET to me (but only after I made the effort to say both “hi, I am here” and “bye, I am leaving now,” to her.) I have to put this sentence in here because people get really sensitive when I tell the TRUTH on here — even subliminally!
Funny part is, I can never TRULY bash an NYC strip-club by name, because I have friends that work at all of them (okay, well 3 in particular), which say it then should level the playing field, then Ricks was still the best time had this past weekend!
Oh, one other knit-picky thing, since that’s the angle I’m taking with this blog post; the other place, they gave you a drink ticket after you paid cover, and the first thing the waitress says is, “just so you know, the drink ticket doesn’t include gratuity.” Yes, we know that is clearly printed on the ticket, and we just got here, usually it makes sense to pay your a$$ at the end of the night, chill the f*ck out. Lol. We’re trying to have a good time in a SAM’S CLUB-esque tourist trap, stop tripping, we gotchu.
And my favorite is the stripper with the obvious fake name whom is adamant about it being her real name. But that’s like such a cliché observation, that I don’t even need to elaborate. Ha.
Oh lastly, one other observation: then there is the — you tell a stripper [that offers you a dance], “you just got here 5 minutes late, I am now officially out of money,” and then they go “oh, that’s okay I just wanted to talk!” So you talk, and then they try to get you to buy them champagne. Lol. Admittedly, it’s real retarded to have interactions with strippers and then blog about it in any sort of sociological way, as if one should be treated right, and your wallet shouldn’t get butt-raped, and your feelings shouldn’t get hurt at any point of the night, when that’s ALL that ends up happening. At least luxury hotels carry really high-end hand lotion. Not that I’d know… but that’s what Carlos Danger told me!
Pics of some girls at Rick’s! Enjoy:
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