Roadhouse blahs

My car found its way to whatever this place is called now. I've first stopped by this place nearly forty years ago. I'm sure my dad did forty years before that. Drinks are cheap, women are hit or miss. I've ran into some beautiful ladies here, unfortunately that wasn't the case on my latest visit.

A quick description of the layout. It's a two-room setup with the bar and pool table in the entry room and the long stage and VIP in the the other. Don't remember the bartenders name, but he's a jovial large guy. There's always a couple of regular barflies there hanging on the stools. I bought a coke and went to the back to check out the talent. There were four dancers working. A blonde with a few extra pounds but well distributed, a younger black girl named Candy, a brunette and an older blonde.

The heavier, younger blonde was hooked up for an extended VIP session the whole time I was there, the black girl was attending to a waste of time younger guy, which left only the brunette and older blonde. I brunette was a lot of fun on stage and i should have followed up on the tips. She, however, was totally fucked up on something and couldn't carry on a conversation. The older blonde was just as much fun on stage. I danced with her before and she gave OTC info on which I never followed up on. Anyway, I took her back to VIP; no charge this time. Twenty dollar dances all the contact everywhere and again a pitch for OTC. I will say I've lost about thirty pounds since I last visited the club and this stripper found most of them. Also, she seemed to be sharing whatever it was that had the brunette so fucked up, which a closeup look at her face hinted might be meth. So anyway, not the best visit. If you want cheap entertainment, you could do worse.