Downward trend

You ever hear the phrase, "Never let 'em see you sweat"? Suffice to say, all Rob did tonight was let us see him sweat. Allow me to elaborate...

I walked in at 9:30. Normally, Rob's ladies would be swarming all over the place. Especially on a night like this: Saturday, 10:30 pm, like 72 beautiful degrees outside, plenty of customers walking the Block. The scene was just absolutely begging for Rob's coterie of shameless trumpets.

So what happens next? Rob said to his bartender Sheila, "I'm worried we're not gonna have any girls". And sure as shit, they had three (who were all 3's). She yelled something about "Denver" coming in, which she did, only to smoke out back for like a HOUR. She may as well have not even shown up. As time ticked onward, 11 pm, midnight...there were still only a handful of dancers.