Stopped by on a Monday afternoon...

Stopped by on a Monday afternoon on my way home from work. Vicinity-wise, this is the closest club to where I live but I just do not have interest in frequenting it. On this day, I was really bored so I decided to give it a shot.

Found a spot right at the front door and parked my truck. The parking lot looked packed, but that was because the performance shop across the way was open and I am sure that most of the cars there were from that business. The door-guy was checking me out to see if I was going to come in so he eyed me until I walked through the door. Kind of creepy. Paid my $5.00 and made my way in. Probably a total of four guys in the place and one dancer present on the floor. Not too promising. But I was really there to waste time so it was not a big deal. The only dancer on the floor was a beheamoth of a woman, standing over six-foot in heels and curvy in all the wrong places. Was this as good as the women got today? Oh man...

Sat down and ordered my $6.50 Diet Coke. I watched an equally larger woman get on stage by the name of Mariah. Nice energy but definitely not what I came there for. Things were definitely going downhill fast. Mariah made her way to me as she walked off the stage and instatntly recognized me as someone she thought she knew. I told her that I had been to this club once and that I absolutely was not who she thought she knew. She was really friendly but had to turn down her dance offer.