This is a post for the fellas, cuz I understand most men don’t want to read about my colposcopy today.

Sunday, Vanessa and I joined my coworker and 14 of her friends for a private burlesque lesson. The first thing the studio did was have us randomly and blindly draw “stripper names” prewritten on nametags, which we wore on ourselves as our alter ego for the hour. Vanessa was “Coco Whispers” and I was “Vixxxen Blue.” Is it just me or does my stripper self sound like she does porn?

The dance was very cute, complete with body rolls, hip rolls, lots of butts stuck in the air, and of course, the omnipresent furry boa.

Since the class cost us $20 apiece, I made sure to write down the choreography as soon as I got home. And being the dork, I went through the moves in my head while I was doing cardio at the gym yesterday after my colposcopy. Maybe that should be our “Blogger Girls’ Dance” that Flat Coke & Flies, Vanessa, Jordan and I have been talking about forever! Hmmm…

You can read Vanessa’s account of the class here.