Not my typical Friday night

I went to my first strip club last night. I know that of the people that know me personally and read this blog, that is going to raise some eyebrows given my normal stance on strip clubs. What's even craizer is, it was my idea. Here's why. Last night I went out with my friend S and her newly divorced male friend E. He is in his early 30's and was with this women who he commanly refers to as "Satan" for 14 years. My impression of E is that he is a sweet natured guy, very funny and I know is educated because he has a law degree. During conversation (and mind you after quite a few beers), it comes out that E has NEVER in his life been to a strip club. Not even for his or one of his friends bachelor parties, apparently because "Satan" would never approve. Now I can understand why a wife would have a problem if her husband went to a strip club every night or weekend...but not even ONCE? In my mind, it is fairly typical for a guy to go to a strip club at least a few times in his adult life. So S and I figure since we are at a bar that is conveniently located right by a strip club and the night is still young, E should experience this for the first time. S has been to a few and claims that this particular one is a little bit more classy than the norm, which is good in my opinion. We choose our table, get a drink and get our change back in one's so that E can get some close up and personal attention. We also bought E a private dance with our favorite girl that night. I don't know what happens in that room, but he came back with a big smile on his face and a free t-shirt! He also thanked us profusely for the remainder of the night. It may not have been my typical Friday night, but it was fun all the same.