So I'm going through an old...

So I'm going through an old bag that was zipped up tight at the back of the closet. One of those business trip, keep stuff away from the woman bags. Out come two black t-shirts with a cartoon pin-up gal on it and the "World Famous Molly Brown's" logo. One smells like bag and the other smells faintly like...fun. I'd forgotten I was ever there, but the leftovers jogged the memory a bit.

Had taken a detour through town at the end of a business trip to FL to cool my heels and nerves on the beach. It was offseason, so peace and quiet was more of the rule by day. Peace and quiet is boring, so I went looking for the nearest club once the sun went down. Had a few picked out, but the only one I remember at all is Molly Brown's. Parking was terrible around the club, and I remember not being thrilled at hot-footing it at least two downtown blocks to get to the spot. Once inside the place had a decent layout, but nothing to write home about. Lots of brickwork with an interesting main stage in the middle of the room at bar stool height that was big enough for the girls to really wander around. Technically a runway stage but wide enough where at a hole-in-the-wall bar it'd be a dance floor. Not as many girls as I figure there'd be in peak season, but plenty of eye candy walking around. Was at the stage for a bit, then retreated to a stray chair over by a curtained doorway leading to the lap dance area. Somehow I wound up sitting with a some guys around one table shooting the breeze and drinking shots. There weren't that many tables as I recall on the first floor, so if you're going solo you're SOL on a busy night.

Got one dance from a blonde that was so-so, then I was camped out with a drink in one hand and shots in and out of the other. The girls on the whole are good looking here. The LD area is kind of like a walkway around the outer part of the first floor, blocked off by curtained openings every couple of feet. The kind of place where you might end up chasing your girl of choice down as she bounces from guy to guy if that's your thing. Or wait and possibly come up empty. Girls and guys were loud and grabby on the main floor, kinda like Spring Break in miniature. Even grabbier in the back. Didn't venture upstairs as I recall, but it looked like another bar and VIP areas. At some point I wound up with a petite but stacked black dancer in my lap. Had on purple. Don't remember her name, just remember her saying she was bored and the guys at the next table were jerks so she'd hang out with me. Think she'd already cut her losses for the night, and wasn't kidding about hanging around because she only took a drink or two while talking a hole in my head about--about something I don't remember. Subject drifted toward my having more liquor at the hotel than I could possibly drink.