Ah, Deja Vu at 4 a.m.

This morning at 4 am, I pulled into work. I happen to work directly behind Deja Vu, a fairly crappy strip club. In fact, my window looks out onto the parking lot, so I already see the comings and goings during the day. 4 am sheds a whole new light on the club, as it is just closing for the evening. Drunken stragglers are catching cabs out front, piling into cars out back, and generally enjoying the final minutes of their night out. My sorry ass, however, is just getting in to work for the day. It is actually somewhat depressing, since I enjoy staying up till 4 am quite a bit. One mans evening draws to a close, face covered in glitter and titty perfume, and another mans day begins, dressed like a jackass and ready to whittle away 8 hours at a keyboard. *sigh*