Club Was Hopping On Sunday Night.

I was on my way home from another club when I decided I’d stick my head into Paradise again. When I was there previously, it was an above average club with good looking women of all types with decent priced drinks and sports on the tv.

I arrived later on a Sunday evening and the parking lot was overflowing. I was patted down outside the club and then was asked for a $10 dollar cover.

I went inside, and I guess now that either Sundays are black nights or the club is now a black strip club. Lots of good looking women, lots of stage dancing, a good number of dudes throwing mountains of ones at their favorite dancers. Some of the women were so popular they carried baskets to carry away all of their cash. I stuck out a bit, but nobody cared. Green was the only color that mattered.