Gotta Squeeze Some Lemons to Make Lemonade

Saturday Evening and it's nice weather for Chicago and NCAA March Madness is underway. Looks like a good opportunity to tell the betta half that you are meeting some guys at the "Sports Bar." Parking lot was not half full around 6:30 p.m. and the requisite pat down and/or wanding and $10 will get you through "check point Charlie." Tending bar was our friend, Eddie, who is also a club enthusiast, who I get to see at various area clubs on occasion. We exchanged "club intelligence" on changes at South Suburban Chicago clubs and the area Lingerie Bars. My MGD set me back $4 and Modelos were $5. There was a variety of music playing on the jukebox, as diverse as the early Saturday evening patrons in attendance. Sitting at the bar, you can hear the waitress placing orders for Patron Tequila, Modelos and Coronas and knew there was no need to turn around to know that over half the custys were Hispanics or Latinx.

The Dancers/Entertainers/Lingerie Models:

This evening ranged from young petite Latinas to maturing AA sisters to more mature blonds and brunettes. on e can get a "show" at the bar which can either be a lap dance on a bar stool in front of erryboddy or opt for a shoulder/neck back massage for $10 for the length of a juke box played song. If you are just a little more daring and have $15 burnong a hole in your pocket next to a semi-erect boner, you can take your entertainer into the darkened "Man Cave" illuminated by bar lights and a flickering faux flame in a fake fireplace. Here, you can squeeze the Charmin, the lemons and check to see if the lemons are natural or ReaLemon man-mades. All this for $15 per juke box song. BTW, your entertainer will flash and let you feel the mammaries. "Thanks for the Mammaries."