what was it?
I'm not talking about a fight.
Like you just missed a celeb or a porn star who just left 5 min ago. Or you just missed Free BJ hour.
One time I just missed a random high school Goth/ Skater flash mob visited the club for what reason, I dunno why. I just pulled up while the scores of them were leaving on foot in groups and on bicycles. I was like WTF was that about? Nobody would answer lol.
another time I happened to visit at the tail end while rapper young thug was doing a set. this was before he was as famous as he is now and/or put an album out. A bunch of younger folks were in the SC to support him. Until the spot had enough of them and booted them out. I remember thinking 'what a generic lazy stage name for a rapper...young thug' I didn't think he'd ever be famous lol
A couple years ago I was at the next table to Cyndi Lauper in 21 Club. Old as she is, she looked gorgeous.
Juicebox69 getting kicked out of Follies.
about 30 years ago early to mid 1990's. There was a place called Pinky's in Cleveland, Oh. One night (Wed or Thurs around 11PM) I'm meeting a buddy there, I back into a parking spot and wait for him, he pulls on and backs into the spot next to me. The parking lot was on the opposite side of the building (north-side) to the entrance. A series of pops happen and see a guy busting ass around the back corner of the building, followed by a dancer with a Saturday night special blasting away at him. Just so happens that the vice unit was doing a operation in the parking lot that night. The cops get out and throw the dancer on the hood of my buddies truck with him still in it and the gun in her hand pointing right at his chest.
Cops take the gun from her and cuff and stuff her and call for a car to take her to jail. Of course we need to give a witness statement. Picky's was the lowest of the low rent places in Cleveland back then and having your name associated in a police report was not a thing to be proud of. After all was said and done, it turns out that the boyfriend came into the place and starting beating on the dancer, and she pulled out a gun from her purse and started shooting at him. She emptied the magazine and never hit him and by the time the gun was pointed at my buddy's chest it was empty... thank god for little miracles.
Got to spend an hour with Cleveland's finest and never made it into the club. But both of us walked away.
I missed the chance to party with Mike Tyson by like 5 minutes
Just missed Arod and Jlo at Sapphire 60.
I drank with Woody Harrelson and Roger Clemens at my bachelor party and recall exactly zero.
I was in a nightclub in Hawaii in 1976 and Jack Lord got into a fight with Don Ho.
In the 90's I was on the The Baltimore Block making my rounds of the clubs on a Saturday afternoon. As I exited one club about 10 cops in riot gear rushed into my next stop down the block. I called it a day and headed back to my hotel. Saw on the evening news there was a double shooting during a drug deal gone bad.
One time right after I walked out of a club another customer tried walking out on a girl without paying for his lap dances and five strippers got together and beat him up.
I saw the decrepit angry old manager of a filthy strip club get his ass beaten by a group of sketchy thugs while the bouncers and DJ watched and did nothing.
The staff carried him out to the sidewalk and dropped the manager in front of a grocery store - and called 911 after the thugs finished the beat down.
Needless to say, he was not a well liked guy before the beating.
The manager was a mess - and he never seemed to recover after the beating.
i was sitting nearby the crowded lapper room. all of a sudden i heard real loud, "he's got a gun in his bag!!" out of nowhere 4 bouncers came right out and pounced on that guy.
I’ve got 2.
My buddies and I were out partying and were on the Block in Baltimore when on a Saturday night police came in and decided to shut the block down - made all the clubs empty out. I was told by a worker at one of the clubs “sometimes they just come in do this.” So everyone’s standing on the street and fills into a late night food spot on the block. Half of my friends are drunk and not street smart enough to know where they are at. They refused to leave until the police came in and told them to get lost or they’re going to jail. I grabbed my 3 friends causing trouble and told them to SHUT UP and get out of here. Later that night one of them peed on the police precinct as we walked past.
Another time over the holidays same group of friends were in town over Easter and we decided to go to this dive strip club in town. When we walked in we realized we were the only people in the entire club not high on drugs. We then watched a very high manager (which we knew from high school although he didn’t graduate) get into a fist fight with a very high customer. Just imagine watching a boxing match in slow motion. We watched in awe until both guys were so tired they just quit. We then sat down and started tipping at the rail until the dancers got into a first fight over who got on stage next because (for that place) we were tipping heavily at the rail. THEN a guy tipping at the rail (not in our group) took out his credit card and swiped it between a dancers butt cheeks on stage like you would do at an ATM. Although high, she became offended and took of her show and threw it at this guy and cussed him out and stormed off the stage. The guy was tipping well as we were too and since she left she screwed herself out of about $50 in stage tips. $50 in stage tips at this club would be like $250 in tips at a real club. What a night!!!
Triggered a lost memory: if not during the laaaaate 90s, then this was eeearly 2000s. Now defunct SC in NW DC. I was leaving, casually walking myself slowly to my car parked along the street with not a care in the world. It was a ho-hum night. Maybe 1am. Nothing outta the ordinary. I left that strip club cause I was prolly outta money and ready to hit home. I wanna say it was still summer. Even though it was DC, all was quiet up and down the street; mid-Georgia Avenue.
Soon as I touch my car door handle, loud commotion at the SC erupts. I spin around. 2 dudes stumble out of the club tripping and falling over each other. Race to their parked sedan. Meanwhile 2 other dudes bust out the joint and duck quick fast around the corner. The 2 dudes in the sedan peel outta there like their lives depended on it.
Here's the money shot of this dramatic tale: the 2 fellas in pursuit suddenly come from around the corner in this huge Tonka Truck. You know those Monster Trucks you see on TV? It was like that but not like that. It was a 2 story building on gigantic wheels. It was ridiculously big. If it was a monster truck I could realize that or comprehend that. This was just a Ginormous car cartoonishly big that I've never seen before that wasn't exactly a monster truck. Anyway it jet after the first two dudes. Yes, it looked like a Hollywood movie at that moment. Especially since the street was so quiet before and after they left.
I had so many questions. Where was it parked? How did they drive such a thing in public? How did they get in it? Why drive it? WTF is going on? If they got money like that what are they doing here in this hole in the wall SC? And I had just left that SC and there was no hint anything was popping.
The car was a Frankenstein on wheels is what I'm saying. I remember standing there a full 5 minutes afterwards in the quiet. I wanted to see it again. Then I thought oh shit maybe I don't wanna see it again and I left.
I know what a Monster Truck looks like. This thing was like a 'hood Frankenstein creation on wheels. The whole drive home I was trying to picture how they got around in that thing.
I'd love to see it again lol
