Well, another late night. I had some pics to downlaod so here I am. Just had a night at Jumbo's Clown Room. Hadn't been there for a while, so it was time. I always have fun there, it truely is the happiest place on earth. :)
Jumbo's is technically in the 'strip club' catagory, but it's really just a little neighborhood Hollywood bar with a stage on the right side. There's no cover (yet) and they have a great jukebox for the girls to use. My friend Grant Langston wrote a great song about the Clown Room. His link is on the right side of this blog. He sings, "The girls ain't pretty, but you have a real nice time." Well, that's kind of the running joke about Jumbo's, and it may have been somewhat true some years ago, but I don't think so anymore. There are quite a few lovely women there now. Look for Lynn, Pris, Mecca, Gypsy, Ava, J.J., Velvet Rose, Faith, and Erica, just off the top of my head.
Now, I don't mean to diminish any of the other dancers abilities or loveliness, but there is one girl there that has, without question, monopolized my attention. Her name is Lola, and I know I'm not the only one that feels the way I do about her. She is likely the most popular dancer at Jumbo's and if you see her, you'll know why without any doubt.
She is the epitome of everything a dancer of this type should be. No, she's not the blonde, blue-eyed, slinky pole kitten you expect in L.A.'s strip clubs. Lola is this hip-shakin', tattoo-covered, Betty Page-like, dark-haired spitfire that is cute to the power of ten, and ten times as sexy. I actually believe she is the hottest woman I have ever seen. There are a lot of beautiful women in the world, no doubt, but being in the presence of Lola is like nothing else on earth for me. I really can't say enough good things about her.
It's entirely possible that my infatuation is standing on the precipice of obsession, but not in the creepy stalker sort of way. I don't think I have what it takes to be a full-fledged stalker. It takes a lot of time and resources to do that sort of thing, and quite frankly, I can't afford to take that much tme off work to follow her around. I need my paycheck, meager as it is, and who can afford those high-powered binoculars and monster telephoto lenses for their camera? Not me. For now, it's enough to see her every so often at Jumbo's Clown Room for a few hours of bliss. The unobtainable is always at the top of our wish list.
Oh, look. The sun is coming up. Time for sleep.