It is so great to have a place to visit that can only be described as "old reliable"

It is so great to have a place to visit that can only be described as "old reliable". Bogarts is that place.

Stopped by on a Wednesday night a couple weeks ago and the place was jumpin'! Surprisingly, it wasn't even overly smokey. $5 entry, $6.50 beer -- life is good! I was enjoying the assortment of 4's to 7's assembled for our viewing pleasure, sipping my beer and occasionally taking in the sports when the only "8" in the place decided to drop into my lap, literally. I won't share her name, but if you are old enough, you'll remember a pop tune "Don't Walk Away R****". Anyway, she was very pretty and very easy to converse with. Moreso and with more to say than the typical bimbo.

She talked me into a private at the usual rate, so we adjourned to the VIP toll collector. I paid my $10 and got my wristband. Right then, she said, "Oh no, I am next on stage! I would not want to cut our session short." I thought to myself, "Great! I have paid the toll, but no dance!" I was not inspired by anyone else in the club, so if I ended up losing her, the VIP toll would be wasted. I returned to my seat while she mounted the stage for not one, not two, not three, but a four full song set!! I swear it was the longest 25 minutes of my life. Then, she stayed for a fifth song in a parade of the entire dancing crew on stage. Are you kidding me??