Some Heat on a Cold Night

Decided to stop by 390 after a meeting near Chicago Heights. Last time I was here on a Monday I unexpectedly had a great time. Was hoping to repeat it. While that didn’t happen I still had a good time and would come back.

Got there during the night shift and paid the girl at the front by the metal detector $10 (?) as opposed to the $5 I’ve paid during day. No parking fee or valet like some Detroit clubs.

Headed straight to the back bar and took a seat to the far right. As expected, the place was pretty dead. The customers were a mix of old white guys, hispanics and black guys with a few younger guys sprinkled in. Got my bottle of Miller Lite and watched the slightly overweight hispanic girl dancing on stage. What few girls that were out on the floor were occupied with other customers. I decided to go play some slots hoping talent would eventually improve. After 20 minutes of losing I decided to move back to the first level and sit in one of the booths directly in front of the slot machine level.