Can I get a what what?

Circa 1999.  I was working for a really cool civil engineer.  I use the term loosely as I once watched an entire team of civil engineers argue over a crooked picture on the wall for a good thirty minutes.  One went so far as to propose a self straitening screw to alleviate the problem.  They were serious.  With a mouthful of chips, I walked over and with a cheeto finger, straightened it, and returned to my desk,

 One of the engineers was a Pakistani man named Imran.  Potentially one of the smartest influences in my life.  Another tale later of that, I really learned so much culturally there. 

So Mr. Imran falls in love with a kindred, named Umbreen.  She is most awesome... insanely smart but has muscular dystrophy.  She needs the lower arm crutches to get about but gives two shits.  Imran is royalty in his country so battles with staying with a woman who might not produce kids, which is quite important to their culture.

Umbreen opens a club in Reno.  I know graphic design fairly enough so offered to help and designed her menu and a couple of flyers to drag people in, was paid, and given free pass to first show.  Headliner was a male review.

.................

Yeah.  My sister and I rolled in, got drinks.  I immediately began folding my one dollar bills into stripper form and ling them on the table.  This was my sisters first time and her eyes bulged and fingers began to follow the path of the fold before the music began. 

Now let me say, male strippers and that environment aren't my ice cream.  All men men flip flop it around back and forth as if to scream "look what I got!" , I can get that at home and it's impressive if we having a flip flap contest, we taking the gold... all the same, this many many years prior to mister and Umbreen was launching her club with ... not the worst of men. 

My sister was a ball of blush, but it was dark so all could see was her with lips around a straw and eyes diverted.  Her bachelorette party would prove quite different lol.

So a couple gents come and go, then the music starts.....


Dirty South.  This giant black man comes outs flapping like a trapped seagull.     Every jaw in the room hit the floor.  My hand robotically reached for the saved folded dollars.  He came over and happily winged his way into my dollars.  I don't think my eyebrows went down for two days.  My sister was hiding under the table,  was shy then lol.

He came came back with full crew end of show to this song:




Again not my ice cream, but I went home broke . 

Until next time.....