How the mighty have fallen

Back in the day, this was my go-to club in Providence and it was a shitload of fun. The place was a real party spot on a Friday night, with both the upstairs and downstairs rockin.' What a difference between then and now. This time it was a ghost town on a Friday night (Jan 4).

I was there for over 3 hours, from 9 to about midnight, and at the peak there might have been 10 guys between the two levels (though who knows how many came in and quickly left). Of course, the fact that they only had 7 girls, most of them thick, might have had something to do with it. There were 3 black girls (including one who was Jamaican), one Latina and 3 white girls. They spread out to cover the two levels, so there were only two or three girls in sight at any one time. My sole interactions in those 3 hours were with the Latina, the Jamaican and one other black girl, each of whom was way too thick for my tastes. To be fair, two of the girls in the crew were on the hot side, but both were tied up with regulars for almost the entirety of my visit.

On the cost front, they took $10 at the front door and my Jacks on the rocks were $9 with an ok pour. The upstairs was open, but they opted not to charge a separate admission for it that night. I wish I could opine more on the dance costs, but I was not remotely interested in the only three girls who bothered to so much as say hello.