Lookout for Hawkeye!

I wanted to see just how true the comments were for myself. Was Hi-Liter merely a shell of its former self, even moreso after the latest in a seemingly unceasing series of raids? Early afternoon, parking lot is fairly full: the three parallel lines of parking spaces are probably 90% filled.

At the door is a new *female* bouncer I have never seen before who greets me and waves me in (no pat down, no ID check). I see the usual bouncer for Saturday (Chris Pratt looking dude) and then I see a third bouncer. Skinny guy, posted himself at the column near the front by the bar. He is staring at the dancers on the floor like a fucking raptor that saw a tasty critter poke its head of a hidey-hole. He is there to make sure no fun whatsoever is to be had on the floor of the Hi-Liter. Not on his watch, no-siree-bob. You remember the meme of the creepy kid in the background staring the at cute blonde teen in her prom dress? That's this dude.

Anyway, waitress gives me my Coke ($4.00), and I watch the surroundings. Knowing I will not be getting floor dances under any circumstances makes it easy to chill. Plenty of dances, young, old, busty, thick, pretty, some not so much. A lot of new faces, but many I know, too. Fortunately, one that I do know comes over and she gives me the lowdown. Not many dancers are making money anymore, and this crackdown by management shows no signs of abating. She may be leaving as well, joining the exodus of the many dancers who grew tired of this BS (but mostly, tired of not banking what they're used to). Basically, if a dancer doesn't already know you, you ain't getting shit in that club right now.