After a little error on my...

After a little error on my GPS while returning from the NYC area, I overshot PH and Cheeks and decided to stop by the old EC. "Laid-back" doesn't describe it that languid, late Sunday. There seemed to be more dancers than patrons. A ridiculously over-endowed blonde was just ending her dim-lit dance as I wondered in. A thin, (mixed? hard to see in the bad lighting) youngster got on. A relatively acceptable MILF blonde was sitting across the bar from me, very caught up with a customer's attentions. I gave the youngster a buck when she came by and circled the bar to avoid confronting the next dancer. Her announced name, a ghetto cliche, was enough to make me move away, without even seeing her. I spotted the previous, voluptuous one with a patron. As I spied the Dark Side of Her Moon (actually, more like the Canals and Fissures of Mars) I could understand why the EC lighting has seemed to dim over the years. To add insult to injury, the ghettoesque one came by for a tip, demanding 2 bucks! Must be a go-away fee. The next dancer up, a rather plain, over-covered brunette, was the last straw. On my way out, a sideways glimpse of the MILF revealed more padding than anticipated. On the brighter side, there was no entry fee and the bartender was quite friendly and fetching in a cleavaged way. But I don't go to these places to see the support staff.