Not so much a SPOTD report today, as a Bizarre Incident report. Di finished work early on Saturday night, so we figured we might as well use the time effectively, and go out to dinner, seeing as most weekend nights involve her working late. A good pub meal was what we were after, so we took the car for a spin and drove to Bacchus Marsh.

For those that don’t know, Bacchus Marsh is about 50kms from Melbourne, and is basically a small town of vegetable growers. There is a small amount of tourism feel about the town, on the grounds that there are some people that go there on a Sunday drive and buy vegetables cheaply from the source, but for the most part, it is just a small country town.

We found a pub and ordered our “Roast of the Day” which is the meal we both like to get when we go out to a pub for dinner. After dinner and dessert, we were sitting there quietly chatting when the door opened, and a fellow wearing a battered old Akubra-style hat, and an oilskin overcoat walked in with a couple of neatly-dressed ladies.

Since we were near the doorway where he entered, he caught our attention anyway, but we both were chuckling about it, since it was a novel experience for me to the be the person in the pub when the guy in Akubra and Drizabone walks in. Usually it is me that is dressed in that fashion and gets the stares when I stroll into a place. It was cold outside, so it was not particularly odd clothing for warmth, but there was the whole “it is night time and he is wearing a hat” look from the few other people in the room.

I turned to Di and asked “so, is that what I look like?” to which she responded it was. My personal impression was that he did not look like an idiot, and certainly got my attention when he walked in, but there was a certain presence about him. While some people may think he looked oddly-dressed, I didn’t see anything foolish about it. Truth be told, I liked his battered old hat…*chuckle*

He followed the two girls into the next room where a group of other people were sitting, and just out of sight. Suddenly there was a shriek from the other room and a girl was wearing his hat as he danced over her.

Yep. He was a cowboy strippergram.

Di and I were in hysterics. This was not long after I’d made the comment that he had created a presence in the room, and that it was not a bad thing if people thought the same thing about me. All of a sudden, there was a horrible thought that perhaps people might consider me a strippergram when I walked into a place dressed in my usual attire. Di, through the clever use of one raised eyebrow and a snort of derision, quickly assured me that I was too puny in build and not pretty enough to be a strippergram.

The point of all this is that we were in the middle of a small country town, and the last thing we expected to see was a man gallivanting about in the pub completely starkers. He had danced around for a bit and then we thought he was finished when he reached those little shorts that some men wear as underwear. Very tight-fitting, sort of like hot-pants, but I don’t know the name of them. Then he went to the G-string, which we had believed was the end of the act. We did not expect the final step to full nudity.

I don’t think the girl who was the guest of honour expected it either, judging by her look of terror as it all came off and he suddenly jumped into her lap wearing nothing but a smile.

The last country pub we went to that featured some entertainment we did not expect was in Creswick about a year ago, where a woman arrived and sang country yodel songs to the delight of many patrons. She was apparently someone reasonably well-known in the area for her country singing, but we did not think much of it. Interesting. But not our cup of tea.

Not that the strippergram was our cup of tea either, but as far as unexpected entertainment goes, it was one of the funniest things we’d seen for a while.

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