You're never too old to be surprised.

So I am hanging out on a Wed. night at Clancy's, just watching the 5-7pm shift change with great amusement. The girls that are bored are out the door with their rides / friends as soon as the clock strikes 6:15 ish, while the more popular dancers, and those just having a better day, duck into the back just before 6:30 to don civilian attire, and filter out by 7. I usually grab a smoke at this time - it amuses me to see these ladies that moments before were nearly naked in my lap, all blue jeans and sweaters and so normal looking heading home.

This night did reveal a surprise of a different sort, as I overheard some acquaintances talking about a private party the next day. I had heard rumors of these legendary gatherings before, so when Ann slid through the door to the bat cave / liquor store, I asked her about it, and she let me know that tickets were available for $60. Steep, I thought, but this was a rare event. I got set up, had to go through a mild interview to assure her of my positive ( in monger terms ) reputation, named dancers I was friends with, etc. and then returned about 12:30 the next day.

It was indeed a lock down, and entrance was granted by that mysterious white door in the back, which was attended by a few stalwart door watchers.