It Is What It Is

Monday morning isn't exactly time for a club to give you their A game. Or even their B or C game, really. But the Blue Moon isn't a place you go to for the A game.

I was amazed to see another customer in there at noon on a Monday. Aside from new, obnoxiously colored signs with the prices listed, nothing's changed. Some new girls there (spinner types, attractive but not my thing), and Clover for those (like me) who have a thing for boobs. The other girls looked just fine, with one of them (Kylie? Something like that) saying she'd been there for just a couple of weeks. AC must have been dying or something, because it was warm inside and the girls had a fan set up to blow across the stage.

Prices are the same as ever, and you know what you're in for. That's the real draw of the Blue Moon; a consistent experience. Sure, you may find hotter girls or hotter dances at other clubs, but who knows how long and how expensive it'll get? Sometimes, you just want to go someplace where the price is printed on the damn table.