I'm a horrible person, because I don't check out the blogs in my blogroll every day like I should. Thanks to my shameful neglect, I missed this post from Off the Kuff yesterday:
City of Houston attorneys and lawyers for many of the city's adult businesses both expect a Dec. 4 trial over "distance requirements" for businesses like strip clubs and adult video stores.
In 1997, Houston City Council passed several revisions to city laws governing the adult industry. Several of those controversial issues have since been resolved. But the city law requiring sexually oriented businesses to be at least 1,500 feet away from a school, church, daycare, park or residential area has faced repeated court challenges and has never been enforced.
The U.S. Fifth Circuit Court of Appeals sent the issue back to the trial court for a final resolution.
Judge Nancy Atlas' decision could maintain the "status quo" in Houston, if she sides with strip club owners who have argued that the city's 1,500-foot rule is "unconstitutional." The judge could also force dozens of adult businesses in the city to close or change their trade if she sides with the city.
I haven't been to a strip club in, oh, days...but I'd be hard-pressed to think of anyplace in Houston that is more than 1,500 feet from a church. They're the only thing in this town more numerous than Starbucks.
Maybe they could put a Men's Club on top of Chase Tower.
Got any suggestions on where to go?
The Pink Pussycat.
No, that's too cruel. A good, safe (though expensive) bet would be the Men's Club, or possibly Rick's. Both are close to the Galleria and (relatively so) to downtown, depending on where you're staying.
Northwest? Gold Cup or Splendor. South? Well, you really don't want to go there.
Every time we're on the south side of town, Bon and I like to visit The Dirty Mattress #5. The girls have all their limbs and some of them are available for outright purchase.
The girls, or the limbs?
Sadly the Pink Pussycat is no longer in operation. Another strip joint (also full nude & BYOB) has taken its place. I haven't made in there yet, so I really can't tell you if its half as 'nice' as the Pussycat was.
Pete, I'm glad you didn't send Beth to the Pink Pussycat, or whatever has taken it's place. Between what the girl did with Mike's Hat and the icecube, not to mention how she was able to flex her, um, orifi, it might be a little advanced. Let her work up to it.
Sweet Jesus, the Pink Pussy Cat was a location of last resort. Yes, it was located in a cab-friendly, innner loop spot. And yeah, the ladies had absolutely no dignity remaining whatsoever to inhibit actions that would otherwise make a billy goat puke. But other than those redeeming qualities, it kinda sucked.
Pete: hook Beth up with Darin. You know he'll hook 'er up with good info.
Ahhh...the Pink Pussycat: "Where Strippers Go To Die."
That fine establishment generated such phrases as "Auschwitz tits" (credit goes to Our Host) and "prehensile Nubian anus" (which was hypnotically horrifying, and vice-versa).
And I will be forever haunted by the corpse-eyed, slack-faced, too-young blonde mechanically grinding away on that fat, sweaty, old guy with a combover and bad suit...just like she obviously had to do for dear ol' dad.
-- SHUDDER. --
Hey, TTTWLAM, I don't insult your suit, do I?
Funny you should mention strip clubs, I'm going to be in Houston again this weekend and my friends and I are planning to hit one on Saturday. Got any suggestions on where to go? Last time I was in town, we drove by Treasures. That looked promising. But what do I know?
:-D