HOW ABOUT SOME CLUB LA CASA TUESDAY TAKEOUT ?

La Casa de Fiesta, Millinocket, Maine “The House Of Fun” ? Really Wes what we’re you thinking ? Back in the heyday of La Casa de Fiesta (I’m sure many people have their own stories) PartyDancersUSA was lured in by a smiling snake (meaning the owner Wes) to put the club back on its wheels yet again. I believe it was the year 2001/2002.

PartyDancersUSA agreed to supply La Casa de Fiesta with 6/8 dancers every Friday & Saturday night for 1 year without any breaks. Agreed, well, it wasn’t before long before that old smiling snake had succeeded in convincing PartyDancersUSA into providing dancers from Tuesday thru Saturday every week with smaller crews during the week and larger crews on weekends. Oh Boy !

It can be said with all honesty La Casa de Fiesta was definitely not “The House Of Fun” ! Look anyone spending sometimes 5 days a week traveling too (2 hours one way), then spending 8 hours at the club till 1am, then another 2 hours returning home THAT’S NO FUN ! If you kept from turning into a raging alcoholic from just the sheer boredom while sitting in the club night after night you were lucky. By the way PartyDancersUSA finished this commitment with flying colors, surviving an entire year with Wes, Junior, Baby Junior and the entire cast of circus characters that surrounded La Casa de Fiesta. This was “NO SMALL FEAT” let me tell you !

TUESDAY TAKEOUT DESCRIBES AN ALTERCATION AT CLUB LA CASA

Ok, back to the story… It’s late April, a Tuesday night and it’s typically dead as all hell in Dolby Plantation. PartyDancersUSA has 4 dancers on that evening including our senior dancer named Raine. Being so excited about being there I fell asleep at a table next to the entry until Raine woke me up right around 10pm when “Money Mike” came in the club with his entourage consisting of a drug dealer “Cocaine Mike”, and an X dancer with issues from Millinocket who was drunk, had drug problems and a bad attitude. The former dancer wasn’t suppose to be in the club regardless what night of the week it was especially an extremely slow Tuesday night in April. This X dancer was hanging all over “Money Mike” cock-blocking (the dancers called him that because he’d come in on Tuesday nights, drink and throw money) and preventing Raine and the others from getting at the only meal in town. Not good at all.

Still sitting at my table when Raine came over complaining loudly about “Why was that bitch in here” and “No one can get near Money Mike cause of her” and so on. Not real pleasant to wake up to when your trying your hardest NOT TO DRINK the night away (by the way all those drinks I paid for, thanks Wes wherever you ended up). Regardless I waved an irate Raine off buying a minute of time to sort this matter out in my head.

I still hadn’t figured out exactly what to do but decided to get up and move around (at least Raine might think I’m doing something and leave me alone long enough) so I headed towards the DJ control room. I didn’t make it, Raine cut me off directly in front of the DJ window screaming this time about the X dancer and blah, blah, blah (Anyhow that’s what it sounded like to me). Right about then “Miss America”, the X dancer walks directly between us and calls Raine a ” c * * * ” of all things and for whatever reason she thought she’d drop that bomb and just keep walking? Raine’s head snapped around, her face red, her eyes went white and said “Can I beat her ass? No, I’m gonna beat her ass for that”. I saw no reason to hold her back and simply nodded yes.

Like a bullet, in a straight line, do not pass go Raine in her 8″ platform heels power strutted to “Miss America” never taking them off but proceeded to beat that bitch into submission (let’s put this into perspective Raine at that time was 5′ 3″, 105 lbs and is a Cherokee Indian), finally bending her over grabbing her by the shirt collar, the belt of her pants running her to the front door to throw her out ! YOUR OUTTA HERE !

I DIDN’T REALIZE WHAT WAS ON THE MENU FOR TUESDAY TAKEOUT

All this time I just stood in awe watching this whole scene unfold never noticing that “Cocaine Mike” was watching what I was seeing too. Yup, here comes Raine, going by me with her package, almost to the front door, still moving… with another 10 feet to go and… NOW I SEE this huge guy running full tilt boogie directly at Raine, shoulder down and he’s gonna take her out !

In a split second I react and hockey check ole “Mike” into the wall as hard as possible but he comes around with an elbow to my left eye and hits me right below it leaving a nice egg. That didn’t fly so using “Mike’s” momentum from the elbow poke to my eye I took him over backwards to the floor, now I have the advantage and “Mike” is getting his own knuckle tattoo !

Come to find out later “Cocaine Mike” is the local “connection”, also the bar brawl title holder on the Millinocket bar circuit at that moment. No one told me and truthfully I wouldn’t have cared anyhow. It’s simple, make any attempt to injure a dancer and your toast. Pretty simple. Cut and dry.

Let’s just say probably the “lightning bolt” scar down his left cheek reminds him of a night where he should have minded his own business. After 5 good quick punches to create a nice scar the entire bar grabbed ahold to prevent serious damage to “Mike” and separated us. Being pissed about the egg under my left eye I wanted more but when I went after “Mikey” he exited stage left in fast fashion.

Looking around I realized the dancers were all in the dressing room safe so I calmly walked to the bar where “Wes Junior” was bartending to get a cold beer for two reasons, have a beer due to thirst and to hold that bottle on my face. Ordering my beer “Junior” starts shit with me over the fight but I cut him off with a “Just get the fuckin’ beer Junior”, he did so without hesitation. Then tipping that beer to wet my throat I spy Junior looking at my hands, I say “What?”, Junior’s looking puzzled, he says “Where’s the rings?”, “Why?” I asked, Junior says “You see his face? He had a cut down one side about 5 inches long, I figured you had rings on but you don’t”, “Nope, no rings” as I finished that first beer of many more that night.

LISTEN WHEN YOU ARE THE TUESDAY TAKEOUT IT’S TIME TO STAY HOME

I made my way to the dressing room where all the dancers were dressed and ready to go home. I asked why, they didn’t have a good answer so I instructed them to go back to work and they did. Oh, “Money Mike” was still there and laughed about the incident, showered the dancers with money and everyone was happy.

Except for “Cocaine Mike”. he wasn’t happy at all and so unhappy he was when we went to the local hospital to get stitched up this idiot local coke dealer called the sheriff and tried to have someone arrested ! Can you imagine my surprise when 1 hour after the fight, things are back to dull boredom again then the sheriff shows up looking for me and answers. Ok then, an explanation the sheriff got and when that conversation was over he looked at me, sort of smiled and said “You know you tattooed his face pretty bad?”, I just shrugged, at that point mister sheriff folded up his book and told me to have a good evening.

To finish this story I never saw “Miss America” again, only saw “Cocaine Mike” one time afterwards in La Casa de Fiesta. Mike and his brother asked me if they could buy me a beer. Sure I took the beer.

And as far as La Casa de Fiesta PartyDancersUSA moved on 1 day after the 1 year was up when Wes (the owner) tried to take over our action. Wes passed some years later, Junior got into some drug problems and fled state, Raine finished some 6 years at PartyDancersUSA and moved on and La Casa de Fiesta after some years has new owners and I hope they never call PartyDancersUSA. No disrespect but no thank you. Too many ghosts right Wes ?