Executive Ordering

Monday Night into Tuesday morning, St Patrick's Day, I was walking along Bourbon Street enjoying the revelry. A sharply dressed man is in front of The Executive and invites me into the doorway, where four scantily clad attractive black women are standing. "Just this once", he promises, they'll waive the cover charge for me, just tip the hostess as she checks my ID. A $5 spot goes into the jar because that's the smallest bill I have, and two dancers open the door for me as I am ushered in.

The Layout:

* This is a very sharp bar, the kind of place I envision speakeasies and gin joints were. It gives a good vibe as entering. Not the point of a strip club, obviously, but it's a nice feeling.

* Low lighting, of course, covers most corners and the overall decor.