149 West Columbus Avenue
Bellefontaine, OH 43311
Logan County
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by Lettie Agnello on I was visiting friends in LA and they (quite literally!) dragged me to The Hollywood Men show. The last thing I wanted to do on my vacation was to attend a male strip show - but obviously, my hosts made-up their minds to take me with them. What can I say...the place was not as bad as I thought it would be. It was NOT seedy at all...very clean and attentive waiters. I think the most fun was watching all the screaming females in the room...it was absolutely crazy to see all these women go nuts! You would think that these women have never seen a guy take his clothes off before?! If anyone were to ask me what it was like watching the entire scene - the best description would be: "it was like watching a pack of wild wolves tear into raw meat on a cold winter's night". To the men who performed the show - you guys earned EVERY DOLLAR!! Take care guys and I wish you well.
by Ladonna Pettine on Saturday night. Feelin' right. On my way to see my party crew after months and months of being a square (yeah....school makes me the square who stays in most weekends studying.) After our own little happy hour at Palomino, Lovie and I were on our way to get our groove on with my fabulous friends. How many times did we drive around to do these two things: to find the place and to find parking? Ridiculous. Firstly, this place is a new little hole in the wall to the left of Kate O'Briens. Don't waste your time looking for a sign -- it's unmarked. Just look for the huge neon O'Brien sign then look to the left. Parking was insanely hard to find. With NV, Temple, and Roe down the the street, everyone and their moms was looking for parking. We got to the vicinity at around 10:30 and spent a good half an hour looking for damn parking. Luckily we found one down the street at Hawthorne (a good street to look for parking if I say so myself.) When we finally got to the door, to my dismay, there was a line. How long to I have to wait in the cold with my legs exposed?!? I called my friend Monica, and within a flash, she got us to the front of the line with a bunch of her other friends. I love her! With one step inside, I was floored to see how many people were there. People were scrunched like sardines. Thankfully Monica reserved a nice corner of the couch to lounge. I didn't even bother drinking since I was kinda turned off by the amount of people. The place was clearly too small to accommodate all the masses (the place was only one level, on the smaller side.) But I didn't care that much since I was in the presence of my favorite party friends! And sometimes that's what it's all about, no matter how crappy the venue is. Here's to my friend Monica, who no longer has to be the only Jew at a Catholic university. I'm glad your own personal hell is over. I love you girl!
