Tops remain down at Bare dayclub despite rain

Rain may stop baseball and fires, but rain does not keep female tourists from peeling off their tops to shimmy in the swimming pool at Bare dayclub.

Sunday brought an unlikely desert drizzle to The Mirage's topless-optional watering hole, causing everyone to essentially respond: "Whatever. Boobs gotta be free."

If you walked into Bare after 2 p.m., when the clouds left, you would have seen the second cabana near the door bouncing with some sort of dancing-drinking bachelorette-esque party, all donning only bikini bottoms.

Lounging about the pool's edges, a husband/boyfriend rubbed lotion onto his wife/girlfriend's exposed orbs. It's a hard-hard-knock-knock life.

And in the main pool and the secondary pool (small, shallow, refreshing) -- a few topless women (and a dozen women in full bikinis) flirted with men of their age and, well, you get the points.

Some of you readers might be pondering: Am I being a brutish misogynist in reporting public bosoms? Not at all. Am I being a 21st century feminist, celebrating the luxury of today's female to be liberated from the straps of society? Yes, yes, that's the one I am.

Bare can be a great hang, because it's just so relaxed. You'd think the presence of so much female flesh might attract many ne'er-do-wells.

But there is a noticeable lack of "Jersey Shore" wannabes of lacquered hair and googly man eyes. How the suspicious-to-behold "Jersey Shores" types have not discovered a topless pool in the center of the Strip is a modern wonder.

Although it's a dayclub with a DJ, the dance-pop music isn't so loud that you can't hear your mates in conversation.

The aura is appealingly boutique. Bare barely holds a few hundred people. It's touristy on Fridays, Saturdays and Sundays. But Mondays are locals-heavy on service industry day.

There are good manners of a sort. I was the only person I saw at Bare, this weekend, who pulled out an intrusive camera (for work purposes, I assure you). Plus, there's too much security and sunlight for things to get out of hand.

Insiders claim no female celebrities have shed their tops at Bare, so that goes for previous guests Britney Spears, Avril Lavigne, Khloe Kardashian and Gretchen Rossi.

Perhaps some male celebrities have taken off their shirts -- Bruno Mars, Chingy, David Arquette or Rob Kardashian. But that's not the same, is it?

A female friend on Sunday observed that not all the topless women seemed properly endowed to be proud of their exhibits, for her taste.

It was I, the feminist man, who said: "Don't be a hater. All women are beautiful," since the curvier of the species are all drawn gloriously by God, nature or whomever you believe hovers over the waters.

It's nearly a Euro serene scene. There's dipping, drinking and even for a while on Sunday, rain. So no matter what, everyone gets wet at Bare.

Doug Elfman's column appears Tuesdays, Thursdays and Fridays. Contact him at delfman@reviewjournal.com. He blogs at reviewjournal.com/elfman.