Bottom of the barrel

I stopped by Divas on a Wednesday afternoon.

Approaching the club going southbound on Russell Cave Rd, I noticed that a new median barrier had been installed in front of the main entryway, forcing me to turn into the Mexican restaurant next door and drive around back to access the Divas lot. There were a few meth heads in the grassy area out back, fiddling with some junk piled into a shopping cart.

The parking lot was mostly empty. There were remnants of blueish windshield glass in one or two spots. I parked near the front entrance and passed through the small vestibule. There was no security or hostess posted at the front desk. No cover, ID check, or patdown.