Mynx January 2016

Each and every time I make my way into this club these days things are different. Not always better. Not always worse. But they're always different.

No waitresses this time, just the usual bartender. That's a sign, to me, of a club that's slipping. All the empties, all the finished bottles and glasses, that were around the stage when I arrived were still there when I left. The same for the booths and tables. Not that many of them were in use.

The stage lighting was darker than it had been in the past. Does somebody there think the guys in the club don't like to look at nekkid girls? Back when this club was really hopping back in the day, the lights were dim, but but now if you leave after 8pm it is still brighter outside than inside. WTF? And to make things worse, the smoke machine was turned up. Way Way Way Up. You could sit at the stage and some of the time you couldn't even recognize the dancer unless she sat down or kneeled down and got right in your face. That's brain dead club management.