Wednesday, November 29, 2006
Well now that it's been gone for quite a while I can talk about it. If you were sick, perverted or just this borderline of insane, werewolf sleepless and curious, you certainly were once there. I call it Paleos because I still somehow harbour this crazy hope that this club will one day again like a phoenix rise to entertain like it did me in my time when I needed such entertainment (God knows, I needed it!). In the years before anyone had ever heard of Shadow's Angels or worse cross dressing Amanda's Angels and when New Life Bar in Nakulabye was just another bar with a wonderful second story porch view of a trading center that never completely goes to sleep with always one more rolex maker at his coal ember glowing sigiri stand tirelessly rolling and a one door small pub holding out with spirit addled patrons leaning like shot soldiers in their groaning blue plastic chairs out for the last still mumbling customer was still nothing special and Sax Pub was more frequented by bored journalists who needed three beers and a shot of Uganda waragi before they could go outside to whisper to the women of the night their ten second needs furtively fulfilled in the corridor behind Sax Pub, Paleos was there and I was a member. Never planning to be. From the night I came late with a friend already a member from a Miss something beauty competition at Africana Hotel and it was already 3am in the morning, no point going home when we were so awake, he suggested just the place to relax better where the beauties were not on some distant catwalk but finding you in the member's only upstairs lounge for a drink came into your unlit corner and curled across your lap like you were the most comfortable fur sofa they had ever lain upon. No rules here, no names mentioned, no need for words. At Paleos. So long ago that it’s nearly four years ago that Paleos ceased to exist.
In tha Dome: Wild 2 Nite! By Shaggy featuring Olivia