Hot chicks and strip clubs

The Pussycat Lounge is, by far, the strangest strip club I've ever been in.

There is no stage, there is just a teeny tiny ledge behind the bar. Every few feet, a semi-naked woman dances. Guys sit at the bar and stare at them. It's a little creepy, frankly. No offense to Jake, who used to frequent the joint, but it is. And the neighborhood is mad shady.

The reason for my visit to said establishment was to see The Witching do their thing. Their thing being, rocking their asses off. Like the last time I saw them, Ruby, the singer, temporarily struck me gay. She did the same thing to my friend Nicola, who, by the way, is South African and engaged and I'm going to the wedding in Cape Town in January and I'm so excited I can barely contain myself. Anyway, they were awesome and I'm going to post an announcement next time they're in NYC and I expect you all to go.