A Journey to Outer Space

Behold, the Great Odyssey of April 2021. (Otherwise known as a visit to 2001.)

I was on a trip to Florida for various and sundry reasons, and I perceived that I had neglected my duties to visit Tampa for a great while, owing mostly to the COVID-19 pandemic and it's affects on interstate travel and commerce. Forthwith, I resolved to remedy that oversight, and upon the afternoon of the second Saturday in April of the fine year 2021, I did journey into the club we all know.

Ok, I'm sorry, but I just can't keep up with the pseudo-formal-medieval English bit. I got to the club around 2pm. They'd been open for an hour or so by then, so I wasn'e expecting a totally empty club, but I knew damn well it would be mostly empty. I was correct - there were two other customers when I got in, with 4 dancers working. Not a bad ratio, folks, not a bad ratio at all. We had two blondes and two brunettes, one of the blondes was quite tall, the other three ladies were what I would call average sized (5'4 to 5'7). All four were at least a 7 in physical appearance IMHO, the short blonde a solid 8.