Alright, rather than spend this post discussing my lack of blogging progress and my lack of interesting topics of discussion for my minimal blog posts, I have decided to grace all three readers of this fine blog with a little snippet into the sick minds that TR and I posess. 

Now, before I comense with the weirdness, let me do a little explaining as to what you are about to read.  TR and I happen to live in a more, how shall I put this, urban area.  Gross as it may sound, there happens to be a strip club on the main drag not far from our neighborhood.  We frequently pass this fine establishment as we drive home from various activities and perhaps I should be embarrassed about this next statement, but I’m not.  TR and I ALWAYS look over to sneak a peak at the “talent” who are typically out front on a smoke break.  We like to make little comments about the patrons who are milling about and we come up with marketing schemes to help them promote their business as well as catchy little tunes to remind us of all the great things that a local strip joint has to offer. 

Tonight, after coming home from a delicious dinner, we passed Bandaids (yep, that’s the name of our local nudie establishment) and TR mentioned that perhaps the proprietor might consider having an outdoor sneak peak of the ladies via a pole near the street.  I suggested that this could be considered the warm up area to help the girls limber up prior to their upcoming performance.  Immense giggling ensued.

Now, it might be prudent to mention that TR and I are not nudie bar type of people, we just happen to get great enjoyment out of the fact that our downtown lifestyle has certain elements that most people have to go out of their way to find, a dry cleaner across the street, multiple restaurants within walking distance, cute shops, salons, markets and of course strip clubs just minutes away. 

Either way, Bandaids is going to be a place that we think of long after we leave our little nest in the “transitional neighborhood.”