Part 13: Detroit

I haven’t done an out of town assignment for work in about two years. To my surprise, I got called up to work a week in Detroit the week starting with Memorial Day.

I left just after midnight on the morning of Memorial Day so that I could avoid all of the delays and traffic. I made it to a rest area near Jackson, Michigan by the time I started to fall asleep four hours later. I slept for about four and a half hours and then continued on into Detroit. My hotel was right in downtown. I went to check in around noon, where I found out that they only had valet parking that was not easy access. I needed quick in-and-out for work and exploring, and I did not want to subject my job to added parking fees at an offsite lot, so I cancelled my reservation and walked out. I backtracked down I-94 and got a room at the Holiday Inn Express in Dearborn. Parking was free. I showered up and headed downtown for the afternoon.

When I was downtown earlier in the day, I noticed a lot of young people and scantily-clad women near the riverfront. Today was the final day of the three-day Movement Festival, formerly known as the DEMF (Detroit Electronic Music Festival). I decided to stop in at the Bouzouki Club about 17:00, figuring that it might be happening because there was an event going on downtown. I was wrong. There was not a single dancer working, just seven patrons drinking $5 beers at the bar.

A little history on the Bouzouki Club and Sinclair: This was the first club that I ever got a lap dance in. I had been going to strip clubs since college, but never bought dances until the first time I went to Bouzouki. I remember the dancer was a sexy blonde from Royal Oak who grinded me good and kissed me at the end of a five-set. That moment was the beginning of my addiction to strip clubs.

I left and went to dinner at Loco’s Tex-Mex, which is a restaurant next door, owned by the same guy that owns the strip club. The food was okay. The cool thing is that the same beef quesadilla that I ate at Loco’s could be ordered at the strip club for the same price. The Greek restaurant, Niki’s Lounge, is just beyond Loco’s and also owned by the same people that own Bouzouki.

I then walked around the Greektown Casino a bit and returned to the Bouzouki Club which still did not have any dancers. I had a beer and left at 19:30 to check out the electronic music festival in Hart Plaza. There were sexy women everywhere and I bet most of them were either drunk or high. I had to get back to the hotel so I could be up for work at 04:30, but I wish I could have closed the festival down and hit the after parties. I bet by the time I reported for work in the morning, these people would still be drinking and taking Ecstasy. Note to self: Next Memorial Day weekend go to Detroit for the Movement Festival.



The entrance to the Movement Festival.

A go-go dancer headed to the festival?