A BBBJ on Memory Lane

I lived in the Dallas area a very long time ago. I remember going to Baby Dolls when it was at another location right on NW Highway. I also went to Baby Dolls a few times after it moved to the current location on Shady Lane (which is probably a better, more descriptive name for its location anyway).

Although I always had a good time when I used to go to Baby Dolls many years ago, my standard of what constitutes a good time has evolved considerably. Back in the old days, if I came out of the club with a concern about how badly my trousers had to be laundered that was (1) highly unusual; (2) very surprising; and (3) totally unexpected. Nowadays, if I leave a strip club without having been thoroughly desplooginated (at least once) I feel like I’ve wasted my time and/or been ripped off.

I guess that’s supposed to represent “progress.”