Kind of ironic when I think about it. Jimmy got his stage legs in
front of the candy stripers of the pediatric ward, and here was Jim
about to add an extra “P” to the second word of their title, taking the
stage in front of two hundred screaming, fanatical women. The solos
in Chippendales were also unique in the way they would unfold. They
were actually called “kiss and tip” numbers. After their solo on stage,
the dancer would have a specific song and time frame to go out into
the audience and secure all the waving dollar bills. To maintain some
order, the dancer was escorted by another (clothed) dancer carrying a
small bag, which would be stuffed with the bills once each cheering
woman was greeted with a hug and a kiss on the cheek. The faster one
moved, the more money would get stuffed into the money sack. And so,
through the mob they would go, hell bent on the waving green candy.
Yup, ironic indeed, as was the sock.
Jim stood backstage in the dressing room, holding one of his gray
dress socks and an elastic band. Everything serves a purpose, he thought to
himself. Even that stint as the sought-after detective had proven useful
as he now knew exactly what to do with the sock. It was for protection
after all, not to signal a flagrant foul to the director but rather to
keep things hidden under the confines of the dreaded thong. Why this
piece of undergarment was invented, especially for a man with dangly
bits, Jim had no clue. Hence the sock, he thought. No one wants their
junk falling out on stage, or even worse, at the hands of some rapid
animal clawing at you. All in the name of ego. With that, Jim secured
his package and put on his dress whites. He was up next.
