The other night I finally made it to Brass Rails. I thought it was going to be empty but instead it was the opposite. There were plenty of men there (I don't even know why I'm surprised) but anyways most of them where young men probably just out of high-school hitting the joint for the first time. I've always said Zanzibar was my favorite club but I can't really state that not having been to Brass Rails. Well here I was and the first thing I noticed was how nice the entire club looked-from the bar to the strip podium. It was decked out like the clubs you'd find in the club district around Richmond and Adelaide.
There were about 7-9 girls working that night-all young and gorgeous. Some looked too young though. The girls all could dance and strut their stuff but nothing was "unique" or "striking" for me. It was all too generic-the girl's looks, styles and dances. At least at Zanzibar each of the girls had their own theme whether it be salsa or hip hop. Anyways, I wanted to enjoy my time there but the group of young assholes behind me wouldn't shut up with their derogatory yells. Well it got out of hand when one of them was at the back with one of the girls, so the cops were called in. That's when I left-to Zanzibar! It was a lousy night I choose to go to Brass Rails, probably another day at another time would do it justice for me then!
