Back to the Sands for a...

Back to the Sands for a mid-day tune up...

I sloped in around half past noon, taking advantage of a work from home scheme. I really should be more closely supervised. I parked 1/2 a block away on a residential street, and walked up through the back parking lot to the conveniently located back door. There is a front door on 15th avenue NW, but that's a very busy street and I don't want to get spotted by some observant neighbor or PTA mom. I got the usual $10 for a coke, have a seat routine, and then tripped on that same damn step in the middle of the club again.

For the uninitiated, the Sands is 40+ years old, recently take over by an energetic second generation of female owners, and has all the love and care that people with a modest budget could bring to a divey neighborhood strip joint. It is not fancy or super nice, and the girls put a quarter in a jukebox for each stage dance. The talent varies from stunning to sweet middle aged pros to rougher than shit. YMMV, but VIP + Midday + Weekday + $40 dances is a pretty compelling formula for happiness.