Swing and a miss at the Church

On a recent road trip to Houston, I wanted to check out the legendary Church. Admittedly Sunday afternoon may not be the best time for maximum, but it was the time slot I had available. Parking lot was nearly empty, not good sign but then I've had some of my best times in nearly empty clubs. Anyway, cut to the chase, cause ya'll have heard all about what the place looks like. Dancer quality was not the A team and there were a handful of regulars at the bar, and one really drunk, south asian dude that kept ordering more drinks and then falling asleep at his table.

I was pretty disappointed but there was this one lady who caught my eye, late twenties, maybe early 30's blonde. She had the moves on stage and I express my interest but much to my dismay she went over and sat next to this fat ass cowboy. I'm no Hugh Jackman, but Damn, Houston guys, step away from the chicken friend steak every now and then. I digress.

A big boned russian gal goes on stage then comes over and immediately tells me she is really sick. Awesome, just who I want rubbing all her lady parts all over me.