Well, after thinking the owner had...

Well, after thinking the owner had changed his mind, it truly is the end of an era. I have overheard from several people that he has sold the liquor license to some hotshot who wants to take that license and open up a new club somewhere around the rapidly developing downtown area by the new Twins ballpark. Unless the deal falls through, and I doubt that to be the case because otherwise the owner is saddled with running BJ’s still, this neighborhood bar, a place I like to call Cheers with tits, a stripclub I’ve run to time and again to get away from my troubles at home, will be gone soon.

Don’t know of any timetable, but I’m rapidly scrounging up as much money I can find in my parents’ couch cushions. The axe could fall at any time – for some reason the summer seems the right time to rip apart almost a half-century’s worth of history and memories at this place. Till then, I hope I can afford to get my ass here as many times as I can to enjoy the cheap coffee, the cheap thrills of boobs in the face, and the reasonably priced dances from dancers who are farther along life’s journey than those in clubs who think they’re hot shit and demand a cover to affirm their self-proclaimed legendary status. Beyond that, there are few places in the Twin Cities area where you can chill and just watch the game without being bothered, either by a hustling stripper or a fistfight. Most of the time.

If you’re in the area, drop by BJ’s and pay respects to the last days of an institution.