I went to Club Bristal with some folks from work. It was exactly what I thought it would be. For you out of towners, Club Bristal is a strip club in the very small town of North Bristal. The only major surprise was that they had at least eight girls working. There was seriously not enough business to warrant having that many girls working for several reasons. I’ll break it down for you. The girls work completely for tips and private dances. There weren’t that many people in the club and those that were there weren’t exactly big tippers. It was a strip club full of farmers. My friend Bill and I were waiting for the donkey to show up. Those of you that have been overseas to Southwest Asia or Mexico know what I’m talking about. I think our group was the big spenders for the night. I’m not sure exactly how much I spent. I probably dropped at least $100 and others in my group spent more than that. That includes drinks also though, which weren’t exactly cheap. You might think that a small town strip club would have discounted drink prices, you’d be wrong. Beer was $4 and mixed drinks were $5. I can’t remember how much shots were.
An interesting thing at the club was one of the patrons. I go into the bathroom to piss and there is a biker wearing brown chaps. He was taking a piss at the urinal and talking to a guy in a stall. I immediately recognized the voice of the brown chaps fellow. I couldn’t put a name to the voice until he said, “Those girls will be the end of Greg”. The brown chaps fellow is Johnny Danger, a local radio personality. I assume he was talking about his radio co-host, Greg. It’s been awhile since I’ve seen Johnny and for some reason he didn’t look the same, even though he’s probably not changed much. Sorry Johnny, but brown chaps? You’re kidding right? Blue jeans, black shirt and brown chaps. It was early in the night when Johnny was still there and the girls hadn’t started dancing yet. I wasn’t sure I was in the right kind of strip club.