The good times didn't really roll

So went as took a break on our casino trip to check out the local entertainment. It's a bit of a bike from the MGM over to the not exactly thriving area where the strip clubs are, but it was 't not enough to slow us down.

We planned to start and probably finish at the Mardi Gras, since Kev had never been there and had heard good things about it. When we got there the girls hanging around outside the door were not exactly first rate. Or second rate. Better than I like, and not anybody's type. We sat down and were ignored by the barmaids. Only one girl on stage. She kept he clothes on and talked to two guys she knew. So we left.

Steve had seen a story on line about a naked guy climbing up the side of the Fifth Alarm and dancing on the signage. That sounded a little more interesting than staying at the Mardi Gras. It was just up the street. So why not walk up?