Here you go - first me dancing on a table:
This is leading to a story - this next picture is of my friend Chris and I - he said he'd dance on a table with me - this is as close as he got:
Chris passed away a couple years ago - and his memory is entwined with my thoughts about dancing on tables and pole dancing. I met with friends in San Antonio one year and we passed a light post that could have passed for a pole. It was a standing joke with all of this group that "give Beth a pole" - so of course, I posed with it (no, I don't have the picture). Another g/f then posed/danced the pole and Chris commented that she looked like she knew what she was doing. I pretended to act sad that he didn't say that about me and he laughed and told me to appreciate a compliment when given one
So, later, when in Chicago with a g/f, we saw this "pole" under a table and I posed:
You probably had to be there and seriously, I think I look so much better in the picture Mitch provided. Ah..... And I must also admit, these pictures make me want desperately to quit eating - and the werent that long ago! But, no alcohol not required for any of these. Insanity comes naturally.