I walked in about 7:00pm and the place was hoppin. I found a nice spot next to the stage where I could get a good view of those amazing cha-cha’s and hoo-haw’s those girls were flaunting around that night.
A few dollars, and a few drinks later, I was approached by a good lookin broad who asked me if I wanted a “private dance”. She told me she would show me a good time I won’t forget. So I said, “Same to you baby, I just hope you don’t have a nut allergy” and I winked at her. She started laughing pretty hard and began snorting uncontrollably. The two guys to my left and my right looked over and noticed the dancer laughing and snorting, which caused them to start laughing. At this point the four of us were all starting to crackup pretty hard and some tears were starting to shed.
Pretty soon everyone began to take notice, from the dancer on stage, the bartender, the bouncers, and even heads were poking out from the “VIP” rooms. Before you know it the whole damn place is cracking up and everyone is in hysterics. The music stopped, and all you could hear were a hundred and something different laughs. The original girl (the snorter) had pee dripping down her legs, one of the bouncers was on his hands and knees, the girl on stage was sitting and hanging on to the pole just to stay up. This is where it got weird…
After about 5 minutes of this, you could see the insanity set in. By the looks in everyone’s eyes, I could tell they wanted to stop but just couldn’t… except for me. I wasn’t laughing anymore, and it started to feel like a nightmare. I stood from my seat and looked around at all the casualties. Not a dry eye, or even pair of pants for that matter.
One man looked me in the eyes and pushed through his laughter just to shout’ “WHY?” Another voice from across the room shouted, “PLEASE, PLEASE, SOMEONE MAKE IT STOP”. The first girl fainted, but continued to snort while unconscious. I began to feel dizzy.
A man stumbled outside, then quickly returning with a pistol. He stumbled towards the stage, knocking over chairs and tables, while his gun flailed around at his side. He rolled himself on to the stage with a maniacal laugh. He used the pole to pull himself to his feet, where the dancer on stage was now lying on her back, seizing. The man kept laughing harder, and harder, slowly raising the pistol to his head. He said in a laughter, “God help us”… BANG!
I shouted, “Someone call 911!” which made the crowd start laughing harder. The bartender grabbed a phone and dialed, but started to laugh at the operator, unable to speak. I knew I had to get out.
Still dizzy and in a haze, I began to head for the door, stepping over bodies and shoving people out of my way. Once outside the door I could still hear the laughter and I knew I had to walk away and as far as possible. I heard sirens making their way towards the club. I made it about two streets or so before fainting.
I woke up about 30 minutes later in a front yard somewhere, and called an Uber back to my place. I treid to shake it off, and knew it would be a night I would never forget.
Gave it 4 stars because one of my drinks was a little weak for the price… Worth checking out.