Fifteen Minutes I'll Never Get Back

It was my birthday, and I really wanted to see some birthday suits, definitely other than my sad, old one and definitely female, which I hoped wouldn't be either sad or old. To my surprise, Dream Girls was locked up; guess they're only open four nights a week now and, of course, Sundays aren't one of those nights.

So I started to hoof it over to Downtown Cabaret. (Hey, I shelled out $15 for parking across the street from Dream Girls. I didn't feel like spending any more, even with the downtown shootings. Yeah. I'm not too bright, and, no, I wasn't drinking -- I'm just not too bright.)

Half a block down and just around the corner was Augie's Doggies... er, okay, just plain Augies. And they were open, so I took a chance.