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I can't really see the city. I've never seen fog as dense as this. Its dead downtown; not a person on the street except for the hot dog vendor, my friend and I. Its warehouses and a parking ramp surrounding us as we walk to the night club, and I wonder if it's the only club in the city. Before we enter, my friend tells me to take off my cap, as this place has a dress code. Some thuggish guy waves us into the club, which is laid out quite nicely with a long curved bar and staircase leading to a mezzanine level. There's a lot of open space, and only about six guys who are coated in cologne and dressed in probably their best clothes. Each one of them seems to be alone, standing at the bar nursing a drink. We walk up and stand next to one of them, and then some woman enters the club and most of the men leave the bar and surround her. I know I'd better keep my mouth shut in here.
My friend and I don't have much to talk about, anyway. He moved out here about a year ago and I haven't seen him since. I can tell he's uncomfortable, but I'm following my own path and keeping my mouth shut. I shoot him a glance as if to ask, "Why the hell did you bring me here?" and then I excuse myself to visit the restroom. Once I'm in there I'm greeted by a large ex-convict looking fellow in a big shiny suit. My friend has warned me about the restroom, but I forgot. This guy; the type I wouldn't want to even look at under normal circumstances wants to dispense soap into my hands and run the water for me. He offers me a breath mint and some complimentary cologne. This is very intimidating, so I'm as graceful as possible when I refuse and I make sure to tip him before turning to leave.
When I get back to my friend, he's got drinks waiting for us. It's my token beer and his fruity liquor concoction with cream; I tell him we're making this a quick one because I really want to get out of here. So we walk around for awhile, and because a woman or two has shown up, a small crowd has formed in the middle of the dance floor. I want to check out the mezzanine, but being as I am a bit perturbed by what's happening down here, I'm worried about what I might find in the upper level's more private atmosphere. I just want to get out, gulping on my beer.
Upon exiting the club, my friend stops at the hot dog vendor and buys a steaming white hot dog and slathers it with yellow mustard. He tells me not to tell his wife about it or she won't kiss him for a week. I'm having so much fun that I don't care how many of my urges are supressed.
My friend and I don't have much to talk about, anyway. He moved out here about a year ago and I haven't seen him since. I can tell he's uncomfortable, but I'm following my own path and keeping my mouth shut. I shoot him a glance as if to ask, "Why the hell did you bring me here?" and then I excuse myself to visit the restroom. Once I'm in there I'm greeted by a large ex-convict looking fellow in a big shiny suit. My friend has warned me about the restroom, but I forgot. This guy; the type I wouldn't want to even look at under normal circumstances wants to dispense soap into my hands and run the water for me. He offers me a breath mint and some complimentary cologne. This is very intimidating, so I'm as graceful as possible when I refuse and I make sure to tip him before turning to leave.
When I get back to my friend, he's got drinks waiting for us. It's my token beer and his fruity liquor concoction with cream; I tell him we're making this a quick one because I really want to get out of here. So we walk around for awhile, and because a woman or two has shown up, a small crowd has formed in the middle of the dance floor. I want to check out the mezzanine, but being as I am a bit perturbed by what's happening down here, I'm worried about what I might find in the upper level's more private atmosphere. I just want to get out, gulping on my beer.
Upon exiting the club, my friend stops at the hot dog vendor and buys a steaming white hot dog and slathers it with yellow mustard. He tells me not to tell his wife about it or she won't kiss him for a week. I'm having so much fun that I don't care how many of my urges are supressed.