Made my way to Carl's after a long absence

Made my way to Carl's after a long absence. I was driving down Mannheim when I figured it was Friday night and the bikini bars in the area were probably hopping. I wasn't in the mood for any expensive clubs with high cover charges that evening. I just wanted a low key place, where I could sit down and watch some nice looking girls parade around while drinking cheap beer. Since Carl's is the biggest one out all of all the Mannheim bikini bars, I turned into the parking lot they share with the other businesses. It was still early enough where I was able to park in the lot and not on the street.

I walked right in, paying no cover. It wasn't even 8 PM yet so I'm guessing that was considered still too early for them. I did appreciate that, as some of the big clubs I've been to charge you entry all day or start to at 7 PM....even if the club is dead.

I sat at the end of the downstairs bar (closest to the wall) and ordered a $3 Miller Lite bottle. The place was already crowded at 7 PM. Guys playing pool, guys getting dances on the stools at the tables along the wall behind me, and girls of all shapes and sizes going from table to table. I had several girls come up to me asking "wanna dance" and then quickly leaving after I declined. A girl named Inga, who had no business dancing anywhere, came and sat next to me. She had a thick accent (she was either Russian or Polish) and even thicker thighs. Was too bad since she seemed nice and had a pretty face. She just had so many rolls that she puts the Pillsbury Doughboy to shame. She finally left once she realized I wasn't going to bite into her muffin. Another dancer, a forty something Italian, kept trying to get me to go for a dance. She wasn't bad looking, just had too many miles on her.