Sad-lantis

The best and most attractive part of the club is the entrance where you pay your cover (I think it was $5 or $7 or whatever, but even free is too much for this place). A couple nice dancer-looking girls with a couple PLs sitting on the chairs there. Little did I know those would be nicest looking women in this worn out looking place. I headed to the bathroom and heard a guy screaming obscenities at the top of his lungs in the bathroom stall. No bathroom troll, so I handled my own faucet, soap and paper towel to the sound of the yells of FUCK and DAMN and (N-word).

The bar had reasonably priced mixed-drinks and a pleasant bar tender, but the dancers were fugly, the PLs looked like they were out on parole or on the lam, everyone was smoking, and in 15 minutes after seeing the mixed talent (and one good looking skinny gal who nevertheless had a tattoo show going as did all the other girls), I headed out. One of the girls who had been sitting in front asked me "leaving so soon?" I replied, "yeah, wanna join me?" I guess not. The end.