Tough to leave

Early hours of Wednesday morning, as I was walking along Bourbon Street the Blaze doorman was standing closer to the edge of the sidewalk. A wise move, because I had to move closer to the door, where four dancers were standing and trying to woo in passers-by. They were successful. Two AA dancers took me into the club.

Because I was such a cutie - their words, not mine - they waived admission for me "just this once". Conveniently, there also was not even anyone at the entrance desk.

The interior: