Something Different At The Geriatric Handy Factory

Eleventy bazillion reviews of this place, and nothing has changed. The building is so pink you sunglasses at night, the parking lot is plentiful, and the door is right on 130so there is still the walk of shame. The bathroom is awful, and your $10 cover charge includes a bottle of water. Otherwise it’s BYOB. Dances are timed at 4 minutes, and are $30 each. The dancer doesn’t keep track, and the count is announced.

This is the first time I’ve managed to get to the Pink Palace after dark. It’s decidedly different than during the day. Many of the day shift girls were still there when I arrived after 9PM. Cayenne was just headed out the door in street clothes, but not before she approached me for one last dance before she left. I was tempted, just for the novelty of seeing her strip off her street duds, but passed. The dollar train wasn’t as obnoxious as it is in the afternoon.

It’s always good to go in there with a game plan. Tonight my sights were set on Pixie, who is apparently relatively new there. She is a petite little thing, maybe 5’0” and under 100 lbs. on a good day, some tats, but nothing over the top. Her English is impeccable, I have no idea if it is her native tongue. A little bar side stick shifting and I was convinced of her charms, so off we went to one of the booths near the front door. She does upcharge for standard PH service, but I had money in my pocket burning a hole, so why not? I’m glad I did. If I have the chance to visit with her again I will!