The Nameless

Last night my co-workers and I had a send off for one of our teammates that is leaving for greener pastures. We went to Night shift, a strip club in Baltimore, and a good time was had by all. (I know, I know, I’m married. However, I went with my wife’s permission and blessing, without it I would not have gone, period. Some things to me are more important than a good time.) I don’t go to strip clubs that often, maybe once every three years or so, because they really don’t appeal that much to me. Partially it’s the atmosphere, I don’t drink that often myself, and large groups of drunks are unappealing to say the least. Also, the clubs themselves are expensive, $3.25 for an 8oz cup of Coke, seriously. Lastly, I once stopped in a shabby club in DC for a beer, and noticed needle tracks on one of the dancers, I felt sick and dirty and left without finishing my beer. I’m of two minds regarding strip clubs. I can see and understand the point that they objectify women. On the other han