The Rum Jungle opened at 11pm and closed at 1 am, thank God they didn't charge a cover because Aimee and I would have had to throw down. Our drinks cost $26, so they got us either way. I did dance however, so all was not lost. After the club closed we were trying to find my brother and these Australian guys came up to us ask what was open still since the club closed. Aimee was nice and told them we weren't from the area, all I said as I looked up from my crackberry was "œIts Tuesday," and went back to my text messaging. Aimee does a spot on impression.
Speaking of Tuesday, do you ever wonder how much it must suck to be a Go-Go dancer in Vegas? Here you are dancing in your panties for a bar that's not even half full. I wonder if they think, "Fucking Tuesday."
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