Thursday evening, the parking lot was...

Thursday evening, the parking lot was almost completely full. The parking lot attendant said that there was a party going on inside to celebrate the return of the club's promoter from Vegas. I thought, "hmmm, there should be some action inside, with this many cars in the parking lot." So I decided to go in. On the way in, I set off the metal detector, and so the bouncer patted me down. That was a bad sign, but I went ahead and paid the $8.00 cover charge.

The place was not exactly hopping. In fact, for a club with a parking lot full of cars, it was pretty dead. And the ethnic mix had changed completely. The last time I was there, about 7 months ago, there was a nice ethnic mix, with some white, some Latina, and some black dancers. This time the place was like the New Zealand national rugby team: All Blacks. There were about 8 to 10 girls that I could see, all AA, and all the customers were AA, except for me and 1 or 2 others, and the bartender, who was better looking than any of the girls. None of the dancers was better than a five. I say "dancers," but only one of them was dancing the entire time I was there. Cheapest drink was a domestic beer for $4.50.

I was approached by one girl who was very nice, and was wearing a fishnet top and fishnet hose. She had very large breasts (which I correctly guessed were 38 Ds). She explained the history of her breasts. They had been Gs, but were painful for her, so she had breast reduction surgery to reduce them to Bs. Well, she put on some weight (a lot of weight) and they "grew" back to Ds. Charmed as I was by this heartwarming history I decided not to get a table dance.