Must have been an eclipse

It seemed as if an eclipse hit Playhouse this night. Not the light. The line-up. It was late. But the girls were all early. And that was no good.

You see, my plan this evening was more about the sight than the finish. I wanted to see pretty, young things. And PH generally on Saturday night has delivered the younger, hotter cohort that seldom is seen there in daylight.

Not this night. Not at all. First of all, there weren't many dancers. Eight perhaps? 10? Not enough for a dozen. They were mostly the usual South American crew, which is to say they tended toward older and thicker. A couple were attractive anyway. (Sadly, where one of the more attractive ones had one of the best boob jobs ever, the other had one of the worst.)