In da Club, Again!

So, yeah, we went to the club again, and because it’s late, I’ll leave with three observations:

1) The music was all right. They played “Backstreet’s Back” and “YMCA” within five songs of one another, which gives you an idea of what kind of aesthetic they were after…

2)…Musically, at least. There were TVs on the wall, and they were tuned to a channel whose name I don’t know, but, if I could venture a guess: it’s called “Titties!” The channel alternated between women clad in bikinis and women clad in somewhat less. I can’t imagine that this is a good business strategy, given that I saw tons of dudes watching the screen. Which means that they weren’t buying drinks or flirting with girls (who would prevail upon them to buy them drinks, so same difference). Hence, a foolish business strategy.

3) There was one really, really creepy dude lurking around. He dressed in a sharp suit and had huge bug eyes. He mainly drifted about and intensely watched people make out. What a weirdo.

Speaking of agains, it’s London again tomorrow.