Good Dive

I went to Henry VIII Friday evening. The place is pretty shabby, smoky and very loud. It is very small, so even with a moderate turnout of both customers and dancers, it's a little hard to move around in there. I sat for a bit in sight of the main stage without being tempted. Overweight, saggy breasts, homely faces and too many tattoos. But then out of nowhere I am approached by a Nice Girl. We went to the back and she offered a limited menu, but it matched my limited needs. Win-Win.

Is there such a thing as karma? Where we can feel out others of our own ilk without even thinking about it?

Anyway, Henry VIII is exactly what everybody says it is. Won't be my favorite place, but I enjoyed auditioning it.