Hangin’ in the bat cave…
Hangin' in the bat cave... like a monkey in a tree. OUCH! When I wrote the stuff about Mike picking me last night, I had been drinking since 4:00 and really, really should have just stopped. (sigh) I still don’t remember the name of this place... something "hut" past Dave & Buster's on the Richmond strip. I blame the lapse on the double Crown's I was throwing down all night. I had a blast. Not because I dig that joint, but because I found the whole scene to be ridiculous. Unknown to Mike and I until arrival, apparently this place is 18 and up. If your less than legal drinking age (which is a joke, but I won't get into my position on that now), they mark your hand with a big black "X". I remember some beer gutted, combover, type fellows trying to coax these young ladies into letting them buy them drinks. Hilarious. Also hilarious, the groups of girls, obviously out together to have fun and dance, doing some bootie grind action on stage and/or speaker stands and all the guys thinking this is the bees knees. Too fucking funny. The place reminded me of Club Rogue's in Virginia Beach. Anyhoo, if you've ever been to a dance club or rave in Europe, your spoiled for the states club scene evermore. I have this love/hate relationship with American dance clubs. I hate to go there, but love to laugh at the meat market atmosphere. You see and overhear shit in clubs here that is waaay better than cable TV... ;-). Oh well, I'm not saying that *all* boom-boom places are bad here... just most of them. I guess I'm just more selective these days. On another note, there is a automobile manufacturing assembly line hammering and welding shit in my head right now. I am going to find something to eat and nurse myself back to health. I can't wait for Sean to get here.
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