The Elf, Whatever, The Ethiopian, and Beardfucker.

Friday saw me at several local music clubs catching friends’ acts, sans booze because I am taking a break from that delicious poison nectar of the gods. Driving myself home at midnight, I knew that my new IG interest would not be working, and as the club had not posted a roster I had decided to skip it. My dick had other plans, and I found myself running the same old pattern: stop at convenience store to get protection, check funds, park in back, cell phone off, etc.

Entering the Playground, little had changed since my visits a few weeks, months, or years prior. Still just one stage in the corner, an LDA and a VIP both curtained off, all set in a small club with seating for ~30. This night, there were <10 PLs at any one time, mostly bald-headed Caucasian Ballard dads stumbling in after a night of drinking. There was also a small group of AA dudes who seemed to favor red clothing… in the 90s this meant Bloods, but these days I don’t know what it means. They kept to themselves other than buying dances and tipping at the stage. The talent was typical for this club: ~10 dancers in the 4-7 range, mostly Caucasian with a few AAs and east Asians thrown in. The stereo seems to still play full songs, though I got the sense that the bartender is now pushing play instead of the dancers… even Sands/Playground arrives in the 21st century, eventually. Dancers are $40 and entrance is $20 which gets you a seat and a soda gun drink.