Bandaids By Accident

I was recently in Phoenix for the Hawks--Cards game and some much needed R n R. So after the 6-6 overtime tie, we had lots of time to kill. What did the red blooded All American sports fanatics then want to do? Go to the State Fair! Seriously! I begged off, dropped them at the fair, and went looking for a sports bar. Downtown Phoenix seemed bereft of any such business. I'm dying of thirst in the desert. About my third expanding circle drive around the fair grounds, I'm cruising south on 7th when I see the sign, just as I pass it, that says Bandaids. My head goes all Linda Blair Exorcist on me, and I manage to get the rental beast I'm driving turned around. It is like 3:15 in the afternoon, and I literally got the last spot in the parking lot.

So the first thing I noticed was I went to where the door wasn't. It is not facing either street. I found that out by walking around almost the whole building. Then you go inside. Other reviewers have mentioned it, but it is the darkest strip club I have ever been in. It is packed. When you enter you have the bar on one side, and a small stage area on the left. I headed toward the back. It was pretty much starting room only. I wedged myself into a table only to discover that someone already there didn't want to share. About then I saw a space open on a bench which I quickly tried to take possession of. Just as I settled in I noticed a very busty brunette with glasses. She kept glancing over at me, then turned and said something to a guy in back of her. After about four glances, I clued in. She had been leading him there for a lap dance, and I had taken her spot. Ever the gentleman I got up and gave them my seat. I still had not had that beer and the waitresses looked slammed so I headed back to the bar. At the 2nd to the last seat closest to the door I found a stool which I grabbed. I ordered a pint of Negro Modelo on happy hour prices. Nice.

As soon as the beer arrives so did a very petite dancer, very dark skinned black girl, and very friendly. Also arriving was a text message from the boys saying they were ready to go. Seriously? WTF? This friendly young lady had been giving me a nice little rub down as we were chatting, and I had to go.