I've Had Worse Nights At Bogarts

After a depressing trip to Henry's, I headed to Bogarts. The club is in a somewhat seedy area of Inkster, and the lot is not fenced or guarded. But if you park in an area near the cameras you can feel fairly certain that no one will break into your car and steal your weed stash. Although I did once see a car parked there that had the words HE'S MARRIED, WHORE! keyed into it, so you never know.

Cover is normally $5, but I had snagged a free pass from the door guy at Hank's. I found a seat at the raised seating area near the main part of the stage and the hottest woman in the place got me a beer for $8. The server's name is Katie, and she mentioned that she used to dance under the name Kiki. Or maybe it was Kiwi. Hard to tell, it's loud in there. In any case, I fervently wished she was still dancing.

Here is where I pause with a message to all strip club DJs in general: please don't do that exaggerated DJ voice, and please don't mumble during the loudest music - I'm trying to gather information for the degenerates on TUSCL.