Wednesday, January 26, 2011

Pole Pending

Second to last day at work tomorrow! I have become obnoxious creature that spends all day running around shouting things like, "Last Wednesday ever!" and everyone is tired of me and wishes I would be quiet. Not going to happen, people.

You know what is going to happen?

You think I'm kidding.

What is going to happen is that I am going to attend a pole dancing class. Not for post-advertising sales career, for exercise. Here is how this monstrous error in judgment came about:

One of my colleagues, let's call her Biscuit, was talking about how she needed to take up a hobby. Another colleague, let's call her Whistle, suggested something physical (Whistle enjoys sports and jogging and all that kind of crap stuff) and pole dancing came up. Biscuit and I were initially hesitant because, well, strippers, but then decided that why not, we could do that! It's exercise. It's a little bit 'different.' It'll be great fun. Great fun!

Great fun!
Also, get it? It's a POLE-ar bear! Haha! Hahaha! Hahahaha! *bang*

It goes without saying that we had been drinking.

What was I thinking? I get my foot caught in my handbag strap and trip over at work about once every three hours. I am incapable of coming downstairs at speed without slipping, clutching wildly at the handrail and shouting, "Whooo-oop!" I fell over my own chair this afternoon, for fuck's sake. It's alright for Whistle, who is fit, co-ordinated Sporty Type, and it's alright for Biscuit who isn't Sporty Type but who at least manages to navigate the office without tipping over, but oh dear.

I will be totally awkward at the shimmying up and down the pole part, and I will get the giggles, and I will fall off the pole. I will fall off the pole and land on my head. I warned Whistle and Biscuit that this was likely to happen but they just laughed gaily and carried on discussing appropriate polewear.

But secretly I know what will happen. I will not be a successful pole dancer like this adorable puppy:

Awwww.
I will suck.

It will be like the time I went yachting (sailing? I was in a little wee boat) and everyone was worried about being the first one to fall out of their boat and I said, "Oh, don't worry, it will be me," and hey all reassured me that I would be fine and stay in the boat, but I knew better. About three metres from shore I became flustered, thrashed about, and the boat went over and then, when I flipped the boat right-side-up again, there was a HUGE clump of pond weed dangling from the top of the mast like slimy green giant dreadlock wig.
This will be the pole-dancing equivalent of that.

But at least it will give me something to show the room at work drinks on Friday!


If you like you can print this off and cut it out and I'm kidding.

9 comments:

Lauren said...

My cousin just recently took up this sport/hobby. Looks like fun. I say "look" because she's got an album she keeps adding to on Facebook. It is a spectator sport after all. : )

slommler said...

This definitely ought to be interesting. You are doing a video...right? I mean, seriously!!!!
Hugs
SueAnn

Em said...

Well, it's great you're gathering life skills for future job opportunities. Go you...

Freediver said...

If it's Altitude Pole you're going to, I know the instructor...

Ex-workmate, as it turns out. Also has a very interesting collection of photos and videos on Facebook.

chris.dadness said...

AND HERE I WAS THINKING YOU MEANT THE MAZURKA.

Juicebox said...

Every time I walk down Colombo I pass that pink sign and think "yes! I should totally do that!" but then I remember the fireman's pole at primary school and that awkward squealy-feely noise when your thighs stick to the metal on the way down and then I think "...no."

IT IS ALLY said...

Lauren - Haha! It is, rather. I've only joined in for a laugh but apparently it's good exercise...

SueAnn - I'm not sure I'm at the video stage yet! Don't want to burn anyone's eyeballs...

Em - Ha HA. When I become a millionaire off my mobile brothel idea you'll be sorry.

Freediver - We were going to Pole Studio & Bar but it was closed, so will try Altitude

Chris - I have heard SO many variations on that joke. BUT YOURS WAS THE BEST

Juicebox - HAHAHAHAHA. That would totally happen, too.

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