The Cuban Mistletoe Crisis

Sunday night. $10 entry. About 15 dancers working.

$6 beer from the cute thick blonde bartender. Asked her how Thanksgiving night was. She said barely anyone showed up. Custies or dancers.

Sat down on one of the old familiar velvet rolling chairs. The house mom and all the Cuban girls were setting up the Christmas tree. A Russian spinner, Oksana, cuddled up in my lap to keep warm while we watched.