A rare Friday visit.

ENTER THE CHAINDOG. This club used to be a regular stop for me but not so much anymore. If there are bikers in colors I stay clear. I fight for pay, not for fun and at 53 it is not much fun anymore. Got in about 7 pm, full parking lot , 5 dollar cover to a doorman that must have been 6'5. There are a lot of male staff in this club. The clientel was blue collar mostly middle aged white guys. 3 bucks for a soft drink, 4 bucks for a beer, 6 for a mixed drink. Lots of girls working, almost all young and white, and for the most part they tried to dance on stage. I ran in to long lost Merci, who has lost her baby fat and is now a goth spinner. The vip room was in use with a waiting line. I tipped a tiny little white girl named Jazz on stage as well as Merci. My health was not the best and no romance coughing on a girl while she is on your lap.:-( So I called it a night. Exit The Chaindog!