Austin Strip Clubs: Remembering the Dawn of the New Millennium
Well the New Year has dawned and still no Apocalypse. Damn, I was so looking forward to rioting and looting! I finally had to cancel my subscription to the “Y2K Survival” Magazine.
It’s 2001. Where the hell is my hovercar? Wow, hey, guess all those past predictions about this year have become pretty disappointing. No moon bases, hover cars, ray guns, alien invaders, flashy futuristic jump suits, black monoliths, or world peace (ha! we were so naive back then).
[NOTE: I had no idea how bad things were going to get 9 months down the road that year]
I worked security at Dallas, a country/western club my uncle manages in Austin, TX. I wore a white tux shirt with a black bow tie, cowboy boots and a black cowboy hat (and trousers of course). I looked more like a stripper at Chippendale’s than club security.