No Reason To Ever Return

I was at Polly's Pies over on Raymond, picking up a couple of their great pies and some of their terrific dinner rolls when I read online at another site that one of my fave dancers at a club that hasn't yet reopened was dancing at the House of Eden, which is practically within walking distance. It was too good a coincidence to waste so I drove over. The place looked small and old but I went in anyway. I said in the form here that I spent under $100. I spent under $10 on non-alcoholic beverages and about $50 on that one dancer because I felt sorry for her working in a dive like this. I would have given her more but I didn't realize until I was inside that I didn't have much cash on me.

She was the only one on the premises who interested me and she said she's not going back so there's no point in linking her name with this club. I don't blame her. It's small, old and the whole mood was depressing. Most of the ladies were in bikinis with a few flashing their tits. Most of them were sitting with guys who looked like regulars and who were nursing beers. I guess the place is okay for what it is but what it is is a small place where guys go to drink girls and talk with women who occasionally give them tame lap dances. Since that one dancer I like won't be there again, neither will I.