From Monday’s Ann Arbor News:
Police talk man down after he climbs into the rafters at Ypsilanti strip club
by Art Aisner | The Ann Arbor NewsA man who wanted to get a better view of the action at an Ypsilanti strip club was arrested after police talked him down from the ceiling early Sunday, reports said.
Ypsilanti police were called to a possible fight at Deja Vu, 31 N. Washington St., shortly after midnight. Club security said no fight occurred, but a man climbed into the rafters and refused to come down.
Police located the 24-year-old man in the drop ceiling and arrested him.
The man told police he “just wanted to climb,” reports said. He was not injured, and it’s unclear whether any damage occurred.
As the “entertainers” at the Déjà Vu are totally nude, and as I’m told that you can position yourself just inches away from their naughty bits, it’s hard to imagine what this fellow thought he’d get a better view of by climbing through the ceiling tiles. I suspect it’s possible that he’s got a thing for the tops of women’s heads. I remember, when I was young, seeing an episode of Love American Style in which a man dating a nude model was obsessed with seeing her hands, which she always wore gloves on. I don’t suppose it’s beyond the realm of possibility that a regular of Déjà Vu, after years of intense gynecological overexposure, might want to try something new… Humans, if you didn’t already know, are ridiculous little animals.
And, on a side note, I’m not sure who, if anyone, will cover such stories once the Ann Arbor News officially closes up shop next month.
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He just wanted to climb. I can get that. Sometimes I get strong urges to chop wood or dig holes. The urges can last for weeks. Fella just wanted to climb. It happens.
I just have one question, Jake… Which of the Carnies was it? I have my suspicions.
I’ve only used my urges for good.
I’ve carved out a little space for myself behind the paneling in the VP area. There’s a family of Cubans living in the sub-basement. There’s also a nice old man living beneath a sink in the women’s room. All in all, I think there are about 7 of us who are phrogging at the Vu. We get together Sunday mornings for brunch.
Hey, I was there when this happened. One of giant black ceiling tiles broke in half and fell to the floor. Some African-American young lady was on stage. Everyone was paying attention to what was going on with the guy, ceiling and police instead of the dancer. lol
Could it perhaps have been someone from that empty storefront nextdoor that used to be a barber shop? I’ve seen men in there with saws and drills. Maybe they broke through the wall. Maybe they’de crawl in and shimmy through the air vents until they were over the stage.
Paw, who you callin’ an “old man!?”
If any of you work at the Vu, I’d love an invitation to come in and photograph the hole where this fellow came though the ceiling. I’m still having a difficult time visualizing it.