re: Tell me about your club days

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the 80s were the last days of being safe and stupid at the same time

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I didn't get to Houston until 1990. Early July, fresh out of LSU and I was working at the old Unocal building next to the Houston Post. 59 was under major construction at the time. Looking out of the third floor window on my first day of work, 9 am a pick up truck load of construction workers going 5 mph slowly barrel rolls down the dirt embankment of Hwy 59 onto the feeder road and a Ferrari swerves to miss the carnage and takes out the Exxon sign at the corner gas station. 10 am, a stripper walks by looking for the "Facsimile Division". She was there to provide a stripper gram for some dudes birthday. 11 am, I walk into the bathroom and my boss and another guy are wiping blow off the counter and looking at me nervously. Noon, a group of us head to lunch at Houlihan's on Westheimer in the Galleria. The amount of twenty something talent at that place that day was incomprehensible.

530 pm, same group of us walks into Sam's Boat on Richmond and it was the same crown from Houlihan's, only twice as big.

I realized I wasn't in BR anymore.