Fun, But Fun Isn't Always Enough

Teresa, Teasey, and Sky were there. All playful and were ready for some fun. Kim was the bartender, and she was pretty fine.

I almost didn’t get a chance to meet them. The parking lot was treacherous with potholes that were so numerous as to be decorative. I parked anyway since I was already there, and was met on the porch by a loud n’ nasty gal in street clothes who was either a crackhead or doing the best impersonation of a crackhead I’d ever seen. Yes, the club had a big ol’ covered porch. Not sure what the building was in a past life, but I’m guessing a huge country looking porch made more sense in that incarnation.

After politely declining the Menace II Society reenactment out front, I did manage to walk in. It’s a small club. Tiny lobby then the place opens up into one big room. At Catwalk the stage is in the middle of the main floor. Not much was going on up there. Kind of like a cloverleaf or jack looking shape above the stage. Four poles in the corners of the stage. The visit was worth the $5 cover just for the banter with the dancers, but not by much. One red drink ticket was given at the door that I turned into a Corona, so basically the door fee is for a one drink minimum.