Had to stop in on the...

Had to stop in on the last weekend of this legendary club's existence...though it was never really my cup...i certainly appreciated its unique ambiance and offerings...if you had money to burn and a taste for the boonies you were in pig heaven here...since i only scored on one of those counts i was just a pig...sniffing out the charms of the perfumed and smoke laden mostly south of the border cum-buckets enticing their victims into tents darker than night for a few songs of ecstasy, a full song and a half of which would be spent negotiating damages, pinning the curtain entrance, and fumbling around in the dark for the tools of the trade...while the school marm outside barked out names and song numbers...all too precious...truly a wonderful resource some guys loved...never clicked with me but i still hate to see a places like this go...they are such nice, comfy gobs of spit in the faces of uptight do-gooders everywhere...and everywhere under attack...