Elenamary

I was out last night enjoying Columbus’ local music scene where I got to see The Receiver at Ravari Room, when I got a phone call from my mother.  My mother, my aunt and a friend, wanted to go Salsa dancing and thought I would know where they should go.  I had no idea.  The only place that came to mind was a meat market at a club downtown…you know the kind of place where scum bags think that your bearing a vagina means that they can grab you whenever they please.

My mother calls me back a few minutes later and tells me she has heard of a Salsa place called “Hot Peppers” could I look up their location on the internet for her?  Again, mind you, I am at a show, where it is loud, dark and my battery phone is chugging along on its last bar.  I look it up and find “Hot Peppers” address and text it to my mother’s friend (my mom can’t text message).  After sending the address I clicked on “Hot Peppers” website…evidently it is not a salsa club but a strip club.  I sent my mother to a strip club last night.  And someone recommended a strip club to my mother.  I am curious to speak to her later and hear how it went.