Call me a glutton for punishment....

Call me a glutton for punishment. I was prowling around late Saturday evening downtown ATL, and got the taste for a beer. Most everywhere I passed was either full or looked lame as hell from the lack of cars and activity outside. Got to Elite, and thought "What the hell??". Paid the parking fee (extortion), went in and took a seat at the bar. The club was half filled with patrons, who looked more on the thuggish side rather than the more gentlemanly types like myself. There were 10 or so girls there, who seemed to hang around either regulars, or maybe they just weren't interested in a stranger. Truthfully, I was more into the brewski I was drinking than an ATL air dance anyways. Wednesday night used to be the night to go, maybe it still is.