Hangry!

I was at Matt's Bar choking down on a couple Jucy Lucy's after doing a gig in town, and my dad says we can't go home yet. It's like I'm 5 years old again being held hostage by my own father! I appreciate the old a when we're out on the road. Being with another guy amongst my wife and 5 kids is pretty important to keep your insanity, so I try to keep dad happy. He tells me he hasn't had sex with mom in a dozen years, and I say "Why are you telling me this?"

I basically get strong armed to go to the Vu, as it is affectionately called, around 11 PM. Our driver basically took orders from dad, and I have the nod to do it. After giving the driver $100 and my dad a few hundred more we were off. Cover was $10 I think, I gave them $50 and told them to find us a comfortable spot. This place was really cool. I've never been to a club in the Twin Cities before, and after seeing all the crazy good looking blondes topless, I know why they call it the "Twin" cities.

My driver and I hung out at a table while my dad got special dances in a private area. The girl he was with I believe could have been Russian as I think she had an accent, but not the kind that had very pronounced vowels like the natives here do. There were so many blondes I thought I was in Valhalla!