Sunday Funday

I rarely go to any club on a Sunday as its slow and the second string dancers are usually in. Better off watching Jerry Falwell on tv. This particular Sunday was a great visit as I moseyed on in into the Hi Liter. Got my usual bottled water and took a seat near the stage. Went to take a leak and thankfully the trolls weren't in the restroom yet. I really don't like those guys. So unnecessary.

One of them knows me so well of not tipping that he gives me the paper towels from the wall dispenser while he gives others his precious Bounty. That's righ t I'm not tipping for getting a paper towel handed to me. I go back out and lo and behold my fave is on stage. I immediately tip her and we chat a bit. Afterwards she comes over for a few dances and I say we need to catch up in the back so we head to VIP. We get the last booth on the left and the fun begins. Three songs later i emerge a changed man. We settle our bill and I head out into the Sunday sun just in time to head to Sunday worship service. Ahh great times.