Life is Like a Ping Pong Ball (cont'nd)

Balloons hang from the ceiling. Our athlete/hero lies on her back. She takes a long hollow tube and shoots darts at the balloons from across the stage. Whoa! She does it with deadly Ninja accuracy. Amazing! This feat nearly gets a standing ovation. She politely bows. I am truly amazed.

The Moment We've All Been Waiting For: The ping-pong ball stunt! This is what Bangkok strippers are famous for. I'm about to meet with my secret dream, face-to-face. As it turns out, the balls do not "shoot"� across the room. No! Our hero merely stands over a metal bowl, implants the ball and it simply drops it into the bowl. Ho-hum. Secondly, it's a bad booking decision to have the ping-pong ball act right after the Olympian balloon/dart performance: it's a tough act to follow.

Then we scatter from the club. We don't pay any hidden charges, or have the "knock-out drops"� take effect. I never found out what the "Pussy Bird Show" involved. As the air of the Bangkok night hits me, I feel like the world is my oyster. And making my way past dozens of strip clubs and hookers, I realize that I learned a lot through my experience. I'm not saying it's good. I'm just saying I learned a lot. I learned that life is like a ping-pong ball in a Thai strip club. When you hope it will "shoot" across the room, sometimes it merely "drops."� nth.