I used to live in unincorporated Broward County - which left it wide open for strip joints such as the Dollhouse, teh Crazy Horse 2, the Booby Trap, the Cheetah (known for $10 Tuesday ...!) and a few others. So my parents are down visiting. They used to vacation in Ft. Myers but rarely came to the east side. So that weekend some retired friends of theirs from AZ had a son getting married actually right next to my dive shop, so the parents came over to the east side & stayed w/ me. They went out golfing w/ this retired couple who are well into their 70s, got off teh course & were looking for a happy hr somewhere around 4 pm. So they're driving up US-1 past all these strip joints. They decide to stop at the Crazy Horse because apparently tehy were starting to run out of gas and were still looking for the happy hr. Mind you the Crazy Horse is in a questionable strip mall and says "NUDE CABARET" in 6 ft shiny gold letters. So they go in. My mom tellls me "...and there were these girls doing things in the dark corners..." I'm like "MA! ITS A STRIP JOINT!" Mom goes " ... and it was really dark with flashing lights ...." "MA! ITS A STRIP JOINT!!! WHY DIDN"T YOU JUST LEAVE???" She goes "Well, it was 2 for 1 beers so we stayed for our 2nd round", in her very matter-of-fact Upper Midwest way (picture: dialog from FARGO) OMG. I'm picturing the old guy of the retired couple looking over his beer at bouncing nekkid body parts while his glasses steam up. OMG.
My parents are always open for a new experience I guess....