Snake And The Evil One Episode VI: Return Of The Nudie Bar
Today marks day 1 of the Week of Prayer for Christian Unity (actually lasting 8 days) which has been celebrated since 1908 in order for Christians to pray for church unity. We should definitely be praying for more than unity in the church these days.
A big day in sports integration as today way back in 1958, the Boston Bruins played Willie O’Ree thus breaking the color barrier in professional hockey.
Birthday wishes go out to actor Kevin Costner (1955), hockey hall of famer Mark Messier (1961) and current WWE World Heavyweight Champion, Dave (Batista) Bautista (1969).
A couple of days ago, The School Girl and I celebrated (not really, it went by with barely a mention) the third anniversary of the day that we moved to the country and into our house. Man did we hate living in Nashville! We moved from Madison to Marshall County and oddly enough they let us in even though neither one of us owned a gun rack. Go figure! Regardless, the move was a pain as The School Girl’s parents, her sister and husband (known as Randy Marsh in this forum) and their kids, The Teen Girl and Little Bro came over to assist.
We managed to pack up both of our cars, Randy Marsh’s truck and the in-law’s car and caravanned down I-65 the hour and half to the ‘Burg. I took Little Bro in my car with me since he was small (he was 7 years old at the time) and was the only one that would fit in my tightly packed vehicle.
As some of you may know, whenever you drive through Nash-Vegas, even on the interstate system, you are subjected to a wide array of adult themed establishments. Strip clubs, adult book stores and adult novelty stores are only a few of things that can be seen right from the interstate. Young minds will wander and out of sheer boredom will tend to read anything in sight.
It was late (approximately 8pm) and dark as we pushed onward through Music City USA as Little Bro’s eyes scanned the urban jungle stumbling across something that caught his eye and attentions. We were passing the gentleman’s club known as Déjà Vu, just off of Demonbruen Street in Nashville. “What is that place?” he questions me. I look up and begin to shake my head wondering what to tell the boy. He has not been privy to such an establishment in his young life and I wasn’t going to be the one to enlighten him. “Ask your mom” was all I could tell him. He fell asleep shortly thereafter. Thank God.
I had almost forgotten about that little blurb of life until yesterday when I spoke with La Hermana about my nephew, Snake. Snake, at (soon to be) 8 years old is a pretty smart guy, too smart sometimes but he is still a child which makes a lot of what he says so great (at least to me). Snake is a member of Tiger Cubs (a branch of Boy Scouting) and enjoys the many activities in which they participate. This past weekend La Hermana drove from the ‘Boro through Nashville to bring Snake to the Tennessean for a tour through the newspaper’s downtown facilities.
The ride from the ‘Boro to Nash-Vegas can be a lifetime to a young man of his age and, as previously mentioned, young minds (and eyes) will wander. This fine day they meandered past a large store that can be seen very well from the interstate system. Please note that Mr. Snake enjoys reading tremendously. Those of us who are avid readers are almost giddy when we find new places to peruse and buy books. Snake is no different; however, the book store he found that day was not one that stocks Harry Potter or Lemony Snicket books.
The World’s Largest Adult Book Store. This is the place he saw. “Momma look, a book store! It has movies, too…and it is open now. Let’s go!” Uhh, let’s not, dude.
Apparently the tour went well and the boys learned a lot about how newspapers are made. Learning can be so fun at that age. In order to get home quicker (and to avoid the book store, I bet), La Hermana took an alternate route…over by Demonbruen Street (remember what is over by Demonbruen Street?). The tag line on the club reads: “100s of beautiful women and 3 ugly ones”. “Momma, why are there ugly ones?” Uhh, no idea, dude.
Another example of the Snake’s keen eye came on a trip down to Bama to visit my mom (his Grammy). There is an adult club right on the border of Tennessee and Alabama that caught even my attention the first time. It is a place that one day I hope to visit just so that I can tell people I went there to see the girls with no teeth, racks that look like oranges in athletic socks and gunshot wound scars on their asses. The Boobie Bungalow. Yes, that is correct; it is called the Boobie Bungalow! I wish I could have seen the look on my sister’s face when Snake spit out the following line: “Do they mean ‘Boobie’ as in girl boobies?” Yes, Snake, they do…and there really is a Santa Claus.
A big day in sports integration as today way back in 1958, the Boston Bruins played Willie O’Ree thus breaking the color barrier in professional hockey.
Birthday wishes go out to actor Kevin Costner (1955), hockey hall of famer Mark Messier (1961) and current WWE World Heavyweight Champion, Dave (Batista) Bautista (1969).
A couple of days ago, The School Girl and I celebrated (not really, it went by with barely a mention) the third anniversary of the day that we moved to the country and into our house. Man did we hate living in Nashville! We moved from Madison to Marshall County and oddly enough they let us in even though neither one of us owned a gun rack. Go figure! Regardless, the move was a pain as The School Girl’s parents, her sister and husband (known as Randy Marsh in this forum) and their kids, The Teen Girl and Little Bro came over to assist.
We managed to pack up both of our cars, Randy Marsh’s truck and the in-law’s car and caravanned down I-65 the hour and half to the ‘Burg. I took Little Bro in my car with me since he was small (he was 7 years old at the time) and was the only one that would fit in my tightly packed vehicle.
As some of you may know, whenever you drive through Nash-Vegas, even on the interstate system, you are subjected to a wide array of adult themed establishments. Strip clubs, adult book stores and adult novelty stores are only a few of things that can be seen right from the interstate. Young minds will wander and out of sheer boredom will tend to read anything in sight.
It was late (approximately 8pm) and dark as we pushed onward through Music City USA as Little Bro’s eyes scanned the urban jungle stumbling across something that caught his eye and attentions. We were passing the gentleman’s club known as Déjà Vu, just off of Demonbruen Street in Nashville. “What is that place?” he questions me. I look up and begin to shake my head wondering what to tell the boy. He has not been privy to such an establishment in his young life and I wasn’t going to be the one to enlighten him. “Ask your mom” was all I could tell him. He fell asleep shortly thereafter. Thank God.
I had almost forgotten about that little blurb of life until yesterday when I spoke with La Hermana about my nephew, Snake. Snake, at (soon to be) 8 years old is a pretty smart guy, too smart sometimes but he is still a child which makes a lot of what he says so great (at least to me). Snake is a member of Tiger Cubs (a branch of Boy Scouting) and enjoys the many activities in which they participate. This past weekend La Hermana drove from the ‘Boro through Nashville to bring Snake to the Tennessean for a tour through the newspaper’s downtown facilities.
The ride from the ‘Boro to Nash-Vegas can be a lifetime to a young man of his age and, as previously mentioned, young minds (and eyes) will wander. This fine day they meandered past a large store that can be seen very well from the interstate system. Please note that Mr. Snake enjoys reading tremendously. Those of us who are avid readers are almost giddy when we find new places to peruse and buy books. Snake is no different; however, the book store he found that day was not one that stocks Harry Potter or Lemony Snicket books.
The World’s Largest Adult Book Store. This is the place he saw. “Momma look, a book store! It has movies, too…and it is open now. Let’s go!” Uhh, let’s not, dude.
Apparently the tour went well and the boys learned a lot about how newspapers are made. Learning can be so fun at that age. In order to get home quicker (and to avoid the book store, I bet), La Hermana took an alternate route…over by Demonbruen Street (remember what is over by Demonbruen Street?). The tag line on the club reads: “100s of beautiful women and 3 ugly ones”. “Momma, why are there ugly ones?” Uhh, no idea, dude.
Another example of the Snake’s keen eye came on a trip down to Bama to visit my mom (his Grammy). There is an adult club right on the border of Tennessee and Alabama that caught even my attention the first time. It is a place that one day I hope to visit just so that I can tell people I went there to see the girls with no teeth, racks that look like oranges in athletic socks and gunshot wound scars on their asses. The Boobie Bungalow. Yes, that is correct; it is called the Boobie Bungalow! I wish I could have seen the look on my sister’s face when Snake spit out the following line: “Do they mean ‘Boobie’ as in girl boobies?” Yes, Snake, they do…and there really is a Santa Claus.
posted by LeBlanc at 9:49 AM
1 Comments:
Hey Uncle B....
The Snake is going to be 7---he is growing up fast enough.
La Hermana
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