Going Backward

It's been a while since my last visit to the Pussycat, so I decided to stop in for a cold one.

I stopped in around 9:30 on a Wednesday night. There were 3 other customers where I got there. Cover was $7 and a Miller Lite was $4.75 (ugh) …

There were 5 dancers working, 3 black, 1 Puerto Rican, and 1 cubby white girl. The music was oppressively loud bad hip-hop and they had a fog machine running. The fog was thick enough that you could barely see from one end of the bar to the other.