Blue Moon on a Friday Night

After going to Christies Cabaret in Tempe the night before, I decided to spend Friday night at the infamous Blue Moon. I arrived a little after 9 PM. I announced my arrival when a strong wind gust blew the heavy front door out of my hands and it banged so loudly I thought it was going to break the hinges. This must happen with some regularity, because the guy sitting just inside the door didn't even look up.

As has been mentioned numerous times, the club is very dark inside, but the effect is minimized when coming at night and it did not take long for my eyes to adjust. On entering, there was a guy sitting in a wooden kiosk that took the $12 entrance fee. The club is just one open rectangular room with a square stage in the middle of the wall opposite the entrance. Restrooms are on the right side up front toward the entrance wall. There are small tables with chairs in front of the stage and along both side walls. The sidewall to the left of the entrance across from the stage seemed like a premium spot to park my ass. It had good views of the stage and all the dancers had to walk by to program their songs into the digital jukebox. The side wall to the right of the entrance was much darker and seemed to be reserved for "private" dances.

As I was sitting there, an attractive, fit young AA asks if I wanted something to drink. I got a bottled water that was $5 with tip. She sat with me briefly to tell me her name was Honey and she had just recently moved to Phoenix from Oregon. She explained the Blue Moon dance price/procedure. The dance prices are laminated to the top of the tables and start at three for $46. She suggested we could have a real good time for the $138 half-hour option. Since I just arrived, I told her I wanted to watch the stage for a while first hoping to hear the names of any of the daytime dancers I have read about. That might've been a mistake. The next dancer up was a train wreck. A middle-aged out of shape black woman with a saggy body that look like she had recently lost 90 pounds. Loose skin around her stretch marked abdomen flopped about as she danced. "Danced" may be overstating it. Mostly she just sucked on the nipples of her pancake flapped tits or laid on the stage practicing her kegels with her legs spread. Thankfully, I was quickly distracted when a dancer named Paradise came by my table. After a brief conversation, she made it clear she was down with the program and offered a "trip to paradise", but again wanted the $138 half hour option.