<\/a>La Casa de Fiesta, Millinocket, Maine\u00a0“The\u00a0House Of Fun” ?\u00a0<\/strong>Really Wes what we’re you thinking ? Back in the\u00a0heyday of La Casa de Fiesta\u00a0(I’m sure many people have their own stories) PartyDancersUSA\u00a0was 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.<\/p>\n PartyDancersUSA<\/a>\u00a0agreed to\u00a0supply 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<\/strong>\u00a0before that old smiling snake had\u00a0succeeded in convincing\u00a0PartyDancersUSA\u00a0into providing dancers from Tuesday thru\u00a0Saturday every week with smaller crews\u00a0during the week\u00a0and larger crews on weekends. Oh Boy !<\/p>\n It can be said<\/strong> with all honesty La Casa de Fiesta <\/strong>was definitely not “The House Of Fun” ! <\/strong>Look anyone spending sometimes 5 days a week\u00a0traveling too (2 hours one way), then spending 8 hours\u00a0at the club till 1am, then another 2 hours returning home THAT’S NO FUN<\/strong> !\u00a0If you kept from turning into a raging alcoholic from just the sheer boredom while sitting in the club night after night you were lucky.\u00a0By the way<\/strong>\u00a0PartyDancersUSA<\/a> finished this commitment with flying colors, surviving an entire year with Wes, Junior,\u00a0Baby Junior and the entire cast of circus characters that surrounded La Casa de Fiesta. This was “NO\u00a0SMALL\u00a0FEAT”<\/strong> let me tell you !<\/p>\n Ok, back to the story…<\/strong>\u00a0It’s late April<\/strong>, a Tuesday night and it’s typically dead as\u00a0all\u00a0hell in Dolby Plantation.\u00a0PartyDancersUSA<\/a> has 4 dancers on that evening including our senior dancer named Raine. Being so excited\u00a0<\/strong>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\u00a0bad 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.\u00a0<\/a>This X dancer<\/strong> 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.<\/p>\n Still\u00a0sitting at\u00a0<\/strong>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 <\/strong>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<\/strong>\u00a0an irate Raine off buying a minute of time to sort this matter out in my head.<\/p>\n I still hadn’t figured<\/strong> 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<\/strong>, 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<\/strong> “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? <\/a>Raine’s head snapped<\/strong> 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<\/strong> to hold her back and simply nodded yes.<\/p>\n Like a bullet,<\/strong>\u00a0in 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\u00a0is 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 !<\/strong><\/p>\n All this time<\/strong> I just stood in awe watching this whole scene unfold never noticing that “Cocaine Mike” was watching what I was seeing too.\u00a0Yup, here comes Raine<\/strong>, going by me with her package, almost to the front door, still moving… with another 10 feet to go and… NOW I\u00a0SEE<\/strong> this huge guy running full tilt boogie directly at Raine, shoulder down and he’s gonna take her out !<\/p>\n In a split second<\/strong>\u00a0I 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<\/strong> 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 !<\/p>\n Come to find out later<\/strong>\u00a0“Cocaine Mike” is the local “connection”, also the\u00a0bar brawl\u00a0title holder on the Millinocket bar circuit at that moment. No one told<\/strong> 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.<\/p>\nTUESDAY TAKEOUT DESCRIBES AN ALTERCATION AT CLUB LA CASA<\/h2>\n
I DIDN’T REALIZE WHAT WAS ON THE MENU FOR TUESDAY TAKEOUT<\/h3>\n