When I saw they were tear­ing Sassy’s down, my first thought was Oh, no.

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…I have a scene set in there in my novel-in-progress.

(It’s one of the places where the under­ground dwellers can come up above ground.)

Sassy’s, for the unini­ti­at­ed, is was a down­town-Bran­don dive bar.  For a long time it was a strip club, and by all accounts not a classy one. It’s the only place I’ve ever actu­al­ly gone to see the strippers—during my low-key bach­e­lor par­ty, when we set the drink spe­cial at a piz­za joint, then drank mul­ti­coloured drinks at the bowl­ing alley—but that’s a sto­ry for anoth­er day.

Sassy’s also played host to the local instance of the smalls’ “Good­bye For­ev­er” tour, to which I scored free tick­ets by putting up posters around the uni­ver­si­ty. The strip­per pole was gone, but the ceil­ing mir­rors had­n’t been torn down.  The smalls played on a stage that I pre­sume had been thor­ough­ly cleaned.