I’m in Texas now visiting family and I don’t have enough time to write up a new post. So here’s one I wrote back in February (after we got back from our honeymoon) – and forgot to post. Enjoy!
Casinos aren’t legal in Japan; Ryouske had been trying to get me to go to a casino with him since our early months of dating (back when I was 19) – and I had to heartbreakingly tell him I wasn’t allowed in a casino until I was 21. I also told him if he went without me, bad things would happen (I wasn’t terribly creative with threats back then).
Flash forward a couple of years. We’re married. I’m over 21. We’re looking for honeymoon spots. Of course Las Vegas was going to happen.
We gambled. Won some; lost some; had a lot of free drinks. Went to a couple shows.
After three days of unsuccessfully trying to find discount Cirque du Soleil tickets (as well as trying to figure out exactly which show we even wanted to see), I joking told my husband “This is too confusing. Let’s just go to Chippendales.”
He cocked his head to the side. “What is a Chippendales?”
I showed him a couple of Youtube clips, expecting him to freak out and put more effort into finding tickets to the Cirque, but he seemed oddly attached to Chippendales.
And, you know, honeymoon or not, I’m not going to turn down tickets to the “Sexiest male strip show in the world.”
I’ve always been an “abs” kind of girl. I justified it by saying no one can change the face (eye color, hair color, race, nose size, eye shape) or height they were born with (so it’s not fair to say “I only date tall white guys with a chiseled jaw”), but I would prefer to only date a man who love taking care of himself and his body.
You know, hopefully in a way that produces nice abs. Shallow, I know. I’m sorry.
So we got tickets to Chippendales.
All throughout the day, I kept asking “Are you sure?” and “We really don’t have to do this. Would you rather go to a circus performance?” By the evening, he was just as excited as I was. And, believe it or not, we had an absolute blast at the Las Vegas Chippendales.
“And you totally need to write a blog post about this,” he told me after the show. So I did.
Buying discount tickets for Chippendales in Las Vegas:
Several sites claimed to have discounts, but we found the best price at a Tix4Today booth along the Las Vegas Strip. We were able to get seats in the third row for $43 a piece (still rather expensive, but much less than the listed price of $61 – $75).
Getting to the Chippendales show:
The Chippendales performance in Las Vegas is on the upper-first floor of the Rio. Ryosuke, of course, was thrilled about this because his nickname is “Rio” and he thought this was “destiny to become a male stripper if the pharmaceutical path doesn’t work out.” Anyone familiar with the layout of the Las Vegas strip will notice that Rio is rather out of the way.
Instead of taking an (expensive) taxi or walking, you can take a free shuttle from either Bally’s or Harrah’s to the Rio – shuttles leave every 30 minutes. Once inside, follow signs for “Chippendales.”
The Chippendales show:
To be honest, I’m not sure what exactly I was expecting.
But I wasn’t expecting what I got. Ryosuke and I had a fabulous time at the show – it was an interesting mix of singing, dancing, stripping, and, well, other things. I’m going to spare you most of the details because I know my parents read my blog – but really, I wouldn’t recommend going to the show with your grandmother.
Although, on that note, there was an 18 year old with her wheel-chair ridden grandmother at the Chippendales show. She wheeled her grandma up to the third row and held her grandma’s hand throughout the show. Her grandma seemed to have a blast cheering at all the dances on stage.
One interesting note: the show was selling the experience. Personally, I’ve never been to a strip club. But, you know, a lot of my friends have – and they all say the same thing. It’s a lot of boobs, somewhat bad dancing, and dim lighting. Chippendales was completely opposite (not just the lack of boobs).
Each “set” was tightly choreographed. Basically, it was like the movie “Magic Mike” – in real life, with more attractive men. It wasn’t just dance moves, it was also singing, acting, and lots of ripping of shirts. The themes varied from firefighters, cops, gangsters gambling, construction workers, and all the other “classic” male stripper routines. Or at least what I would imagine classic stripper routines would look like.
You weren’t allowed to take pictures or record (otherwise I totally would have).
The Chippendales room itself was small. Only about 50 guests were permitted seating – and were sat in tables of eight. For about 90% of the show, guests were instructed to remain seated. Every once and a while, though, during an especially “electric” dance number, we were encouraged to get up on our feet, dance, and clap loudly.
If you bought any props, banners, or accessories from the boutique next door, you were like 200% more likely to get pulled up on stage for a routine. So. Remember that.
Towards the end of the show, I told Ryosuke I was sad I hadn’t caught one of the ripped shirts. So the next time a stripper tore off his shirt (during the firefighter routine), Ryosuke jumped up out of his seat, ran forward, and snatched it right out of the air. He had this huge smile on his face when he presented the shirt to me.
The stripper/dance who tore the shirt off saw the whole episode, laughed, and gave Ryosuke a “thumbs up” from on stage.
I ended up giving the shirt to my younger sister (because really, what use do I have with a ripped white man tank-top? Like I can just snuggle with Ryosuke’s shirts or something).
Anyways, in conclusion, Chippendales in Las Vegas is amazing and I really, REALLY love my husband because he’s adorable and completely not threatened in his masculinity to take me to a male strip show on our honeymmon.