This is where the week started...

This is where the week started to go terribly wrong. I-45 Southbound was a friggin' parking lot. Friday afternoon and I decided to drive crosstown to start the run down over by Galveston (Southeast of Houston) and work my way back up. Big mistake on so many levels.

After sitting in traffic for nearly two hours (in hindsight should have ducked off on Gulf Freeway since I saw other clubs on the way down) I walk into what looked to be a pretty decent sized club. Got most of the crap out of my pockets at the metal detector before they went ahead and waved me through. They don't even have that type of crap in Baltimore and DC where you're more likely run into the sort of luck that brings about metal detectors, pat downs and whatnot. The main stage area of the club is pretty big and the "production values" are of a nice quality. Lots of wood grain and red accents and the tables and chairs are arranged comfortably around the room. Lapdances are done tableside and a couple I spotted weren't air.

Wandered around when I first got there since I didn't want to site again after being stuck in the car. There's a back area to the place that by itself is as big as most clubs. A good number of pool tables (maybe a half dozen? at least 4) and auxiliary stages. From what I heard a little later the club isn't really crowded enough anymore to open up the stages in back. Not really much going on back there at all and I was just trying to find the men's room. Speaking of which, when I walk into the thing it is the darkest restroom I've ever since in a public place. Sure there are drunk guys lighting up their shoes in the place all the time. Sinks were a little weird too. Shaped like big fancy bowls...but anyhow. Walked back out front and got a seat up near the main stage. There was a thin brunette up on stage who was really, really dogging it. I mean it was so bad the club should be embarrassed.