I was in the Detroit metro...

I was in the Detroit metro area visiting a buddy, but found myself solo on a late Saturday afternoon early evening while he attended a function for his high school aged daughter. I was originally planning to attend, but he offered the use of a semi-experimental car (he’s a long time auto company engineer), and I figured I would take the opportunity to pay a visit to one of the higher profile area clubs. Just as I was setting the alarm system at his house, his oldest son pulled in the driveway. While we’re actually not related by blood, he’s always called me “Uncle Sam”, and I was happy to catch up with him.

He had recently crossed the 21 barrier and suggested that he take me out for a beer. Given the fact that he is a second year medical student, I offered that given our present comparative financial positions, I would handle the financial transactions, with the understanding that he would give me a discount on a liver transplant if it became necessary. We ended up taking the nicer of the two available rides, and soon we were off. When I suggested we drop by the Penthouse Club, he hesitated for a second and then beamed, “Hell yes!” I advanced him $200, and advised him to spend it wisely… wink, wink.

By the time we had valeted the car, checked our coats, took our booth, and ordered our first drink, my wallet was $100 lighter. I’d estimate the club was only 25% full at that point, but there were probably 15 -18 girls on hand and my “nephew’s” head drifted back and forth like a security camera in a high risk zone. The overall dancer appearance was lower than I had expected. IMHO there was only one 9, with a couple 8’s, and the bulk of the rest were 7’s. I was surprised at the number of girls with heavy ink displays, and the average age was a bit younger (25?) than I expected for this club.