TOTALLY FORGETABLE This club is so lame,...

TOTALLY FORGETABLE

This club is so lame, can't understand how it persists. the evening cover is eight washingtons to get "downstairs where the girls are." where THE girl IS. okay, that's not quite fair. there were three girls present in the basement (where an 8oz soda costs 4 GWs), 4 if you count the juice-bar-keep. you should count her, since she's cute and has mastered the complicated arts of the SMILE & chit-chat. her tips where the only cash i feel good about leaving in cannon falls, mn. there were 8 guys visible "working." they acted like frat boys at a bachelor party.

one of the two girls who danced in my lost hour, treated them like clients and ignored the frumpy middleaged beer bellied customers. we must have reminded them of their weird overly affectionate uncles.

the really funny thing is, i HAD been in this club before and only remembered it when the door dude sent me down in the dark dank caught a whiff of the mouldy cellar. i couldn't decide if it was the scent of mildew or collected stank of hundreds of southwest mn jizz-jets hopelessly seeking to penetrate an indifferent young egg. 15 bucks, 1 lost hour. "class act," i wont get fooled again.