Down in FL visiting my friend...

Down in FL visiting my friend Joe – in his 70s! – who, knowing my strip club habit, says, “there’s only one place to go.” That statement, in a part of Florida where there seem to be 100 clubs, deserved a followup. So off we go up the highway to Booby Trap, where Joe is greeted by name and hugged – if you can call an arm snaking between one’s legs just a hug – by at least three girls before we’d even taken our seats. Two thoughts are crossing my mind: “does Mrs. Joe have any idea,” and “I know where I want to retire.” I immediately note a couple of other things: the girls here look little older than the near-teenagers in the FL clubs, but very attractive, and that this is the most brightly lit club I’ve ever visited, which may be why they look older. I’m almost instantly distracted by a girl giving me the same kind of questing embrace she’d just given Joe, and she’s whispering in my ear something about getting better acquainted, but first did I want a burger with my drink? Say what?? “We have really good hamburgers and they’re free.” And I note that Joe is ordering food he wouldn’t get at home, while enjoying a groping that he wouldn’t get at home, either.

It was indeed a good burger. So were the gropings, or dances – $10.00 right out on the floor, sensibly mostly clothed, $25 in booths in the appropriately much less brilliantly illuminated booths in the back (not the most private setup, but since everyone knows why everyone else is there, I’m not sure it matters). Happiness was achieved, with some creativity. I did not try the VIP, but was given to understand that anything that doesn’t already go in the booths goes in there. And the girls are not college ice queens, but real people, genuinely friendly, happy to talk and joke with a couple of old guys who don’t have a lot to recommend them in the looks department. (Especially in that bright light.)