If it was a petite lil' blonde girl doing that freaky thing, it might have been one of my former room-mates, Celeste, who was shaking her stuff at P.J.'s when I left town. One day Connie, who followed Celeste in the rotation, spun out of control and fell off the dance floor breaking her arm. We teased her unmercifully, saying she must have slipped on one of Celeste's 'snail trails'. We contrived all sorts of schemes the girls should employ to make sure the dance floor is dry before she went back to work.
I remember the employee meetings when they were gonna open Crazy Horse, except it was gonna be called Bush Too at the time. The woman that owned the Bush also opened Crazy Horse and decided to name it that after she scored a life size plastic horse that now is suspended about 30 feet above the main floor but a lotta people don't notice it. She decided to go with an old west motif with girls coming down the stair case and all that stuff. I have actually never BEEN there
looking around furtively
even though it was right down the street from where my girlfriend worked, Gussy Lamours, where I never went either not even on nickel beer night
checking the integrity of the nearest lightening rod
Last time I went to Anchor Town, they had 'cleaned up' the Avenue, 'cleaned up' Muldoon, and 'cleaned up' Spenard, leaving the Crazy Horse in the only area still allowing lowlifes. Crazy Horse had become 'the' hot spot with table dances starting at a minimum of $50 or $100 for one of the 'show girls'. Three minutes and no touching allowed, gotta love it.
Glad ya got the script working, talk atcha later.