So many people -- I couldn't breathe.

I was there (but then again, I'm there every Friday  LOL)

did anyone see me?

FK

I am so overdue to visit Peanuts, but right now my schedule and finances are so tight. Who was there if I may ask ? Hmmmm, maybe when my tax refund gets here.

...(Different topic) Hey, must one be a member of AOL in order to respond to their missives ? A friend in here has emailed me twice, and everytime I've replied -- from either of my two non-AOL web based mail accounts -- it comes back telling it couldn't get through. What's up with that ? I don't think I've had any history of not getting through to AOL accounts.

After much debating, highly influenced by some alcohol, I finally decided to visit 7969 Monday night and ‘pop my cherry’.  

I arrived shortly before 11:00 and I must have arrived early because after walking in through the door I found myself in what felt like a completely deserted club.  Roughly five or six people were on the premises; myself, two bartenders, and a DJ who enjoyed his chipmunk voice and apparently thought everyone else did too.  

The desolate club only added to my apprehensiveness from making an unaccompanied trip to explore a lifestyle I’m still uncomfortable associating myself with.  I grabbed a beer and took a seat on the pitch black west end of the bar but only after tripping on a step that nearly spilled my beer.  I can handle looking stupid after tripping, but dropping my beer is a whole other story.  

To my surprise, some dud asked me if I wanted to play pool, so I accepted since it’d be a nice way to pass the time and maybe hustle him.  After a couple of games, I noticed the club had filled with a small but enjoyable sized crowd, and, a la an episode of Seinfeld earlier that evening, I said, “it’s go-time.”  

One particular girl caught and held my attention for most of the night.  She was a blonde Asian, fairly tall standing at around 6’0 in her semi-stripper heels, dressed in a semi-stripper Catholic school-girl outfit which included a plaid min-skirt.  I was under the impression that girls showed up to work, but this one seemed about as interested in anybody but herself as Bush is interested in Black people in New Orleans.  

Naturally, as the night wore on, the crowd grew and so did my curiosity in the pursuit.  

The quality of girls ranged from an NFL starting linebacker in a skirt to girls with bodies genetic girls would envy.  For the majority of the night, most of the PL’s stuck themselves along the wall and hardly interacted.  A few girls got on the dance floor.  

My problem that night was distinguishing between which girls were working and which ones were off-duty and simply there to socialize.  If there’s a secret, someone please clue this newbie in because apparently eye-contact doesn’t register with the girls as “I’m horny and I got C-notes to burn.”  

Well, after a lot of pacing, staring on my part and checking out the product available, I met “Nikki,” an attractive Latina with a fit body who I thought I recognized from Eros.  We talked some and decided to continue at her place.  

Upon arriving, I suffered a sudden case of buyer's remorse.  So, I bounced.  The night was a bust.  

Overall, the club never lived up to my expectations.  It had a seedy feel to it, the bathroom was dirty, and the karaoke turned the whole scene into a freak show.  I think I’ll stick to strip clubs…uhh…I mean, Gentlemen clubs.