Indomitable Dolls

Friday nights are party nights and this Friday at DollHouse Pole Studio was no exception. The Organizer and seven friends were there to help Birthday Girl celebrate in style. For 75 minutes, these sexy ladies laughed, learned pole tricks, practiced a lap dance, and then free-styled to rocking 80’s tunes. The dress code for this portion of the evening was strictly feather boas and stilettos. At my suggestion, one Guest donned a pair of our “practice” shoes and delightedly whirled around the pole in 6-inch Lucite heels worthy of Pammy Anderson. Flashing digital cameras and cell phones captured moment after moment. The ladies whooped and whistled as Birthday Girl, who later revealed to us that she has a pole at home, broke into several daring spins, showing off her skill and strength.  The temperature rose and the feathers were flying.

Ms M and I were impressed by what we saw: these women had muscles clearly defined by Yoga and/or Pilates and/or circuit training and/or running. If Birthday Girl was any indication, then most of these crazy, confident women were in or around their late 30’s to their early 40’s. Unlike parties I’ve taught where the crowd was younger, these ladies seemed very secure with themselves and where they were in their lives. Most were moms balancing a career. The energy in the room was intoxicating and extremely powerful: everyone was there to support Birthday Girl and remind her how special she is to them.

As their party at DollHouse Pole Studio drew to an end, they changed into clothes suitable for the cocktails awaiting them at a chichi lounge in Boulder. DollHouse Pole Studio does not serve alcohol and these ladies had worked up quite a thirst. While waiting for Banjo Billy’s Party Bus (http://www.banjobilly.com/), Organizer confided in us that Birthday Girl had been going through a stressful time. She said that it was the first time in a long time that Birthday Girl was relaxed and happy.

I was suddenly reminded of the potency of friendship amongst women. Yes, there is that stereotype that females can be catty and stab one another in the back (i.e. any of the Real Housewives), but our girlfriends are our true lifelines who can often understand us when our spouses can’t. They will listen to us rant and rave, without offering a “solution” to our problems. We can discuss deeply personal issues as well as happily indulge in some mind-soothing retail therapy together.

We waved goodbye to the Party Bus and proceeded to sweep up the feathers and put our studio back in order. “Don’t you think that they’d be such a fun group to go out with?” Ms M asked. I smiled and nodded. I had been thinking the exact same thing.