The sign out in front of the club announcing the entertainment had the name Tiffany Cross pasted over Paige Turner's. Out of sight, out of mind, I thought.
I went inside, telling the maître d' that I didn't want a table, just a drink at the bar. He directed me through. The place was packed and the tables were full; so I couldn't have gotten one even if I'd wanted one.
I made my way to the side area where the bar was located. It was crowded as well but there were a couple of spots available.
I sat down...