Not spectacular

I rarely go to Bogarts and hadn't been there in maybe a year, so I decided to see what I've been missing. Walked in the door a bit after noon, and found it darker inside than I remembered. Door guy charged me five bucks and gave me a ticket, which they ask for when you buy your first drink. My temperature was not taken and I didn't have to provide a bogus name and phone number.

Sat down at one of the high tables and ordered a beer and was charged $7. My eyes had mostly adjusted to the dim light and I tried counting dancers. There seemed to be about eight or ten of them, and maybe twenty customers. An African American girl named Jasmine stopped by to say hi and ask if I wanted company. I couldn't judge her looks, as she was wearing a mask. Many of the other dancers weren't, because they were seated and drinking/smoking. All of the staff wore theirs.

I was approached by an older blonde woman I've encountered there before. Those of you who frequent Bogarts probably know who I'm referring to. She delivered the exact same lines and quips she used the last time I was there. She sat down without invitation and delivered an aggressive Bogarts handshake several times throughout our conversation and proudly displayed her unusually long nipples.