On my way to the Detroit strip club, the temperature was 4 degrees F, up from the negative temperature earlier in the day. The club's parking lot had fewer cars than usual, but this did not surprise me. Only the most dedicated, fearless and hardy PL's would dare to venture out in this weather.
The valet ran out to my car and told me the bad news. The heating system had broken over night, and he was telling customers to come back later. But I'm not easily deterred. I thought I could at least have a drink and talk to some of the girls.
However, the club was completely empty. No bartender stood behind the bar, and all the bottles were locked away. No loud music was playing, and no scantily-clad dancers were walking around. It did not seem like the same place. I walked from front to back, feeling like I was in a ghost strip club.
Eventually, the manager came out and told me the heating repairman was working on the furnace, but it would not be fixed for an hour or two. The dancers were staying in the dressing room, since it was too cold to come out into the main room.
A strip club without drinks or strippers is no strip club at all. I had to accept that I had been frozen out.
I've been to clubs with no heat, I'm surprised they had called a repair man, that and the ladies not hustling, even in the cold.