A waste of time, part 2....

A waste of time, part 2.

After leaving Club Roj i took a side excursion on my way home and ended up here. A very bizarre name, i suppose it's a play on an old Brando movie with "dancing lady" replacing "August moon", google it if you don't understand what i'm talking about. It was hard to find sitting on a side street on the fringe of a residential area, as a matter of fact i likely wouldn't have found it if i didn't GPS it.

As with Club Roj i went in with low expectations and and came out with lower ones. There were several signs at the locked entrance, no motorcycles, no big rigs, private club, and a couple others that i forgot. There's a buzzer at the door and a little old guy with coke bottle glasses let me in and collected a $5.00 cover charge. It was busier than Club Roj and there were 6 dancers. 2 overweight ones, 3 very fat ones, and a smaller worn out one with bags under her eyes that looked old enough to be the mother of the other dancers.