Torn Down, Long Gone Lennox Club
[QUOTE=ChestRockwell]Back in those days, early Eighties. I frequented
1) a really ghetto-type of titty bar on Hawthorne Blvd. In Lennox, maybe 2-3 blocks north of where the Jet Strip is (on the other side of the street). I can't remember the name of that club, which they later closed down in the Eighties. I'm pretty sure they tore down the entire block to make new construction for the 105 freeway. Racially mixed, a real blue collar place with one stage/rail. Ladies were cool and some of them were damn sexy. What was the name of that place, anyone remember it?
Favorite,
That place was called Cahill Country. I was too young to indulge but I think my dad took my mom there![/QUOTE]Cahill Country sounds familiar. There definitely was something there by that name, but I almost want to say that wasn't the name. Sometimes they'd have bikers in there (not too many), sometimes a few Cholos or black gangbanger types, but everyone was pretty cool in there (must of hung out there dozens of times. Never saw one fight in there).
To date myself, this was BEFORE the lap dance movement. Early-Eighties.
I spent many a night there (can't remember if it was no cover of $5) and I'm pretty sure it wasn't nude (because I remember drinking there). But they had some good MILF or decent movie starlet types (I remember I took one cute blonde there out on a date. We went to Tommy Tang's, she was hot, blonde, short haircut, funny (she was trying to be a standup comedienne) and a nice butt, but an excellent rack (soft natural D cups probably). I remember she had some minor role in a John Candy movie and she'd show up on TV in some small role here and there (think she was on the Dating Game. Talk about dating myself). And they had this one MILF with a pedestrian face (trying to be nice). Brown-haired white woman with curly hair and a massive natural rack (talking probably F-cups. Which swung ever so naturally), she was in her early 30s probably and very voluptuous/thick.
I remember drinking there because one night (with my buddy), we left (and I had been drinking). Left out of the north end of the parking lot and made a right turn out of the lot on to the side street (then maybe 30 yards before making a right on to Hawthorne). Anyways, I made the right on to the side street and swung a little wide/loose. I corrected the car and came up to the red light on Hawthorne (I remember, a second after swinging that loose right, I looked up into my rearview mirror and saw the headlights of a parked car behind me turn on). While waiting for the light to turn green (allowing me to make a right on to Hawthorne), I glanced up in the rearview mirror again and realized that it was a Sherriff's Deputy car behind me. I whispered to my buddy in the passenger seat to be cool. Made the right. When down to the nearest major street (maybe it was Imperial, maybe not). I make a run on to the major street (trying to get to the 405 freeway) and within 20 seconds or so, the Sherriff hits the flashing lights on me.
That led me to step on the accellerator and weave through on coming traffic, leading to a 2 hour car chase with 20 police cars and helicopters. Actually, thankfully, I did not choose that option. Sorry, couldn't resist, but the actual story is fairly interesting.
I pulled over. Sherriff came over to the driver's side window and spoke with me. He mentioned the wide right turn and asked me if I had been drinking (after asking me all the usual starter questions). I told him that I had had a couple of drinks that night, but maybe 3 beers in 5 hours, etc.
He had me get out and do the field sobriety check on the sidewalk. I was really yelling at myself inside the head to not fuck up. Did the straightline walk, plenty of drama going on inside my head. Then he had me do the one where you stand and then raise one straight-leg up, etc. I was really getting worried at that point about my life being ruined by a DUI. Then he asked me to do the thing where you close your eyes, extend your arms and then bend your elbow and touch your nose. I'm there with my arms outstretched, looking up (somewhat Biblical) and I hear someone running up to us. I hear a young woman's voice talking to the cops (I hear something about some guy with a gun up the street).
Cop taps me and I open my eyes and he's giving me back my driver's license, saying something along the lines of "have to run. "
I was so f'ing relieved. I was laughing on the ride back home about how I dodged a bullet.
That's my most memorable Cahill Country story. Didn't get much on my date with the blonde stripper. She wasn't the type to offer takeout. She wasn't that hardcore.
