Stop in lefties adventures one afternoon to kill some time in between appointments. I have been in this bar many times in the past and have seen quite a bit but never have I seen as much as I did on this visit.
As always, when you walk into the bar coming from the bright sunlight into the dark side of the world, your eyes need time to adjust. So I walked to the end of the bar to allow my eyes to get focused and order a beer and much to my surprise I walked in to a private party going on at the bar.
Much to my surprise and amazement, there was a black patron sitting at the bar leafing through a Beacon Journal with the help of one of the dancers.
She was so busy slurping down his milkshake through his straw, she did even notice or care that I walked by. She put on quite the show for the entire bar. The guy just sat there, ignoring everyone watching the festivities, until he was done, then he zipped up and left.
Not sure who the overstuffed, white brunette was, but really don't care. Looks like Saturday isn't the only day the BJ is read!
