Why Not the Pyramid?

When a club is named Coliseum, at least to me there is a little something that comes along with that name. For example, I saw a club called Pantheon a couple of days before walking in here. That place wasn’t all decked out in Greco-Roman stylings, but there were a few features here and there around the main stage that at least let on that there was some awareness of Rome.

This club looked like some place where a futurist in the 1970’s imagined what an Egyptian temple would have looked like in the 1990’s. It wasn’t a bad looking club, it just needs another name. And the chairs on the main floor are for some reason difficult as fuck to drag around. Which matters if you decide to sit at a table where the chairs are on opposite sides and a dancer wants to get close to you. So I got a beer and waited to be entertained (Are you NOT entertained?!).

Dancers were ok. Just ok. Except for a slim blonde hottie who looked oddly familiar. Since I’m not from Detroit and had never been there before, the odds of me knowing a dancer are not great. Unless she’s the exact same dancer I’d met at Flight Club, just with longer hair through the miracle of extensions. The funny part was I remembered her name from the other club, and she quickly whispered that was her name at the other club. Her name at this club was after a Disney character, which was strange because I kept running into this character that day. Had seen her in a tattoo on another dancer about an hour before.