sometimes it's fun when she talks like a trucker

I was traveling through RI over the Hollidays, and after a fruitless stop at Mickey's I decided to try something else. Didn't want to deal with the parking hassle at PVD's more renowned clubs, and at any rate I wanted my first visit to them to be at a time when I really had the time to enjoy them. Settled on Fantasies as a place that looked like it had reasonable free parking. I was correct -- large parking lot with lots of cameras, but no demands for additional funds.

Put my assorted metal paraphernalia in the bin and walked through the detector. Bunch of guys & dolls chatting at the bar to my left, a couple of stages (one in use) to my right. Place was very well-lit, music not too loud. Plusses and minuses to both those things.

Sat at the bar, got carded (don't think she scanned it), and ordered a domestic from the bartender. Don't remember the cost, but it wasn't surprising in either direction -- probably somewhere in the $6-8 range. Was approached by the thiccest of the girls there, a woman with a round face and a loud voice, whom a recent review dismissed as "irritating," saying that she "talks like a trucker." I can sort of see their point, but she reminded me in a pleasant way of some of the brash queer girls from my youth, so I was into it. I also was in the mood for someone with a bit more to hold on to.