Usecase and the Scales of Temptation

It was a Wednesday afternoon. Literally no reason for me to be in the office, so I bounced.

I’d normally occupy myself with errands, but I had been thinking about my recent visit to the Foxy Lady. It was good. I decided to crank the music and hit the highway to take a trip back down to Providence from MA to see what I might find. Second trip is usually where you get your bearings on a new club anyhow. Being a Wednesday, I wasn’t expecting to see any of the same dancers from last Friday, however, I wouldn’t have been mad about it.

The drive felt significantly shorter this time around, which bodes well for future trips. 45-50 minutes isn’t too oppressive, all things considered. Coming in off Douglas Ave. I noticed the empty and newly paved lot just to the right after the turn. I parked there, surely a regular’s move, and headed in.