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| - Can you believe it? The ONLY bar I've ever been kicked out of...
I met up with some friends several years ago on Mill Ave. Ms. Personality, with her wiles, her charms, gets us in sans cover. Either that or she exchanged her brain at the door for the sake of me being able to share this story years in the future.
We get in, get drinks, and she starts dancing on the pole in the VIP area. Were I a bouncer of with decent business sensations vibrating around in my belly, I'd let a skinny blonde sorostitute dance on the pole with reckless abandon for the world to judge, but not this guy. He didn't like it one bit. So when he asks her politely to step down, he's rejected. When he grabs her she starts kicking and screaming and throwing haymakers at him like he's Richard Z.
Well, being a man of integrity. A man of grace... A man who believes chivalry will live as long as there's a heart beating properly in my chest, I fucking belly-laughed at the hilarity of the scene because I didn't really know, or care about what happened to, my new friend. Until they asked me if I was with her and if I'd step outside. Well, fine, I didn't want to be there anyway.
Part two of this saga and the reason for the four star review: Scandalesque performs there fairly regularly. To say that I have been over-exposed in my life is like saying Yelp is for people who like to write. I have seen a lot. Like, a lot. People with 20 years on me are probably reading this and laughing that I couldn't possibly have seen it all, and I hope I haven't, but damn. Life has some offerings and they are for sale... And they are free. And some can burn right into your psyche. So the fact that Scandalesque is so fucking sexy to me is amazing. The only thing that I can think of that easily tops it is A to the W.
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