Low end fun

I arrived at about 10 PM to a half full parking lot. A late fiftyish lady at the door collected a seven dollar cover charge, asked me to sign my name to an entry roster, and gave me a pat down that would make a TSA agent blush. I looked to my left and saw what looked like a beached orca writhing in death throes on the stage. It turned out to be a large (very large) white dancer in a black body suit doing her thing.

This is a low end dive. There was a row of working class Hispanic looking guys lined up in the table area drinking Modelas, watching the orca intently but not tipping. There were a few good ol’ boys hanging out on the far side of the bar and playing pool, and a few older PLs scattered around.

I made my way the bar and ordered a Coke. The Coke was served in the can and cost $3.50. The bartender was surprised when I gave her a $5 bill and told her to keep the entire $1.50 in change. It’s that kind of place.