From the "Why Are We Just Finding Out About This Now?" Department:
Zombie strippers at the Admiral
The undead meet the unclothed
Chicago Tribune
October 13, 2009
One rips off a bikini top. The other rips an arm off a hapless victim, beating the just-single-limbed person mercilessly before feasting on the bloody remains. Neither wants you touching them.
Exotic dancers and zombies, the two grand pillars of American subculture, have finally joined forces -- thus proving our nation's obsession with the walking dead has irrevocably crossed the line of mainstream consciousness, where now strippers are parodying a trend.
The site is Albany Park's Admiral Theatre, a gentlemen's club where chairs have leopard prints and a woman who works there is named Euphoria (likely not her Christian name).
Wednesday night, club organizers are throwing an event called "Night of the Stripping Dead," where professional makeup artists will transform otherwise pious dancers into undead dancers.
The highlight, said club marketing manager Tim Brown, will be a performance by zombie burlesque dancer Miss Maya Sinstress. Brown first noticed Sinstress at a burlesque convention.
"She came out in a metal corset, metal bikini and proceeded to take it off with a chain saw," Brown said. "It floored me."
Brown, who came up with the idea, was also particularly excited about "zombie (little people)" running the concession stand that night, which he said is "gonna be nuts."
I love how the marketing guy is all giddy over the idea of little people working concessions, and how the Trib cleaned up whatever offensive term he referred to them by. Since he works in a strip joint, it was probably something like, "them fuckin' hobbits".
If I was employed, this might have tempted me to make my first-ever visit to the Admiral. On the other hand, corpses and sex doesn't really strike me as a "you've got peanut butter in my chocolate" combination. No matter what the Twilight fans say.
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