Blast from the past night

I went to my favorite club last night, which was fairly amazing, because much of western Iowa, near the Missouri River, is a flood zone, and I was guessing, before I called the club to verify they were actually open, that they might be closed. While the creek that goes under the bridge I have to cross on the way to the club was the highest it's ever been, it still wasn't over the road, and that meant it was all right to go to town and into the club. Anyway, while I saw many of my favorites, though not all of them, what was unusual was that many of the dancers who were new to that club were ones I had seen before elsewhere. One of them I hadn't seen in at least 6 years, more or less, but I recognized her by her "tramp stamp" tattoo. That and the fact she goes by the same name she did in her previous club, which is the same name as a different dancer at the club I was at. Sure, she was a little bit chunkier than I remember, but that just means she has more to hold on to. And that's to say nothing about one of the other girls I hadn't seen in several years. She was a favorite from my early days at that club, but she disappeared, only to reappear last night. It was like she had never left. Last night was the most fun I've had in a club in awhile and I wish more nights could be like it.