George Brossard and I drove out to L’Amour where we parked on a deserted street.
“George, where we going?”
“Don’t worry Red, just follow me.”
I walked behind George down a dark street filled with auto repair shops. Up ahead I saw a long line of people. I also heard some music being played. The closer we got, the more I realized we were going to a club.
“Yo George, what kind of place is this?” I asked nervously.
“Don’t worry about it, just follow me.”
I did as I was told. We walked past all the people lined up and headed straight to the front.
“Me and the bouncer went to Ford together,” George said.
As we approached the front door, people on line were dressed in jeans, black leather jackets and a few were smoking cigarettes. And they seemed pissed at us for passing them.
“Brossard, what’s up my man?” said a huge dude with Popeye forearms.
“What’s up my man,” George answered as they shook hands. I watched George’s hand disappear inside the bouncer’s hand, it was huge and the bouncer’s hand.
“This is my buddy Red,” George said to the bouncer as he tapped me on the shoulder.
“Hey Red, nice to meet you.” We shook hands, his grip was incredible.
George’s bouncer friend opened the velvet ropes and escorted us inside the club.
“Have a good time fella’s,” the Mighty Hulk said as he went back outside and left us alone.
The music was blasting. I recognized the song; it was ‘LA Woman’ by the Doors.
The club was dark. I could barely see in front of me.
“You want something to drink?” George screamed at me.
I looked at him and said, “WHAT?
“DO YOU WANT SOMETHING TO DRINK?”
“SURE, GET ME A BEER!” I shouted back to him.
George walked away and disappeared into the crowd..
I looked around the club and saw a lot of people; mostly dudes but I did notice a few babes. There was a stage where it looked like a band was setting up and about to perform.
A few minutes later, George was back.
“HERE YA GO!” George screamed as he handed me a bottle of beer.
“CHEERS.” George said as we raised our bottles and toasted.
As I sipped the beer I wondered if they had Wild Irish Rose?
We stood there and watched all the action. Girls passed by and I would stare at them; they were gorgeous. We watched people dance to LA Woman and then the band got on stage and began to play. They were actually pretty good.
“HOW YA LIKE IT SO FAR?” George shouted in my ear over the loud music.
“IT’S GREAT, THANKS FOR BRINGING ME!”
Just then a pretty girl came up to us carrying a black tray above her head wearing a ton of makeup and a really tight black top.
“Can I get you guys anything?”
“No we’re good,” George answered.
She smiled and walked away. I watched her make her way to another group of people. I couldn’t take my eyes off her. She was amazing looking. Her ass was amazing in her black tights.
After a few songs by the band, the DJ came back on and began to play some more great music. People began to dance; actually I wouldn’t call it dancing, they were jumping around having a great time. I kept my eye on the waitress.
“Red, go rap to one of these babes.” George said to me as he pointed to a group of girls standing in a circle drinking and talking.
I looked at him and smiled as we watched a ton of people dance to Stray Cat Strut.
“GO DANCE!” He shouted as he gave me a slight nudge.
I looked out on the dance floor and spotted a pretty girl dancing with her friend.
George began to push me even harder.
“Stop man, I’ll go, give me some time.” I said to him.
The music seemed to get louder and louder as the night went on. After a few numbers, panic set in. I looked around and couldn’t find George. It was close to 1 A.M.
Did he leave?
How was I gonna get home?
Shit, I was screwed.
The DJ was spinning Black Sabbath’s ‘Crazy Train’. Every time I heard this song I got juiced up.
I walked around the club and tried to find him. I checked the bathrooms. I even went outside the club to ask his bouncer friend.
“You see George?”
“Nah man, haven’t seen him all night.”
I went back in and kept on looking for him. Three different times the pretty waitress I had my eye on walked past me smiling, asking if I needed a drink.
“I’m looking for my friend, have you seen him?” I asked her.
“Sorry sweetie, there are a lot of guys in here, I don’t know what your friend looks like.”
“Thanks.” I said.
She walked away, this time I didn’t look at her ass.
Finally at about 1:30, I stood over by the bar looking out on the dance floor. I spotted George. I quickly ran over to him and came up behind him.
“George, where ya been man?”
He turned around and his eyes were glassy.
“RED, what’s up my man?”
“George, what time we leaving.” I asked.
He looked at his watch.
“We got a couple of more hours,” he assured me.
I enjoyed L’Amour so much I started going every weekend…without George. I liked it so much I took the train there one night! George’s bouncer friend recognized me and let me right in.
“Yo Red, what’s up my man?”
The big fella opened the velvet ropes for me and I got right in without waiting on the long line. I felt important.
The DJ played rock songs that everyone danced to; it was amazing. I listened to Roadhouse Blues by the Doors, We Got the Beat by the Go-Go’s and many others.
The girls were amazing. They wore halter tops and short shorts.
Afterwards, when is was too late to take the train back home I hopped in a Car Service outside the club. L’Amour became my favorite spot, I’d go out every chance I could, it was the place to be on the weekends.