Hot Fun in the Summertime

I took the title of this review from Sly and the Family Stone’s hit song, which, if you were around in the summer of 1969, you couldn’t have missed, since it was on every radio station and #2 on the charts a month before their famous performance at Woodstock. Little did they know how appropriate that could be years later in another context...

I was on a road trip from Point A to Point B and arranged things so I could make a mid-day, first-time visit to Lust. I arrived on a Saturday afternoon around 12:30 and stayed for a couple of hours. Free parking in a very large lot (part paved, part gravel); $10 cover at the door. Walked in to find Summer sitting at the bar, putting on her makeup. And what a beautiful find that was.

At this hour, there were few dancers and even fewer customers. All the dancers I saw were young Caucasians, and though the club features nude dancing, the only dancing I saw was when two of the girls were practicing together, bikinied, on a single pole. But it was Summer I came to see.