Warren Colazzo, owner of Thee Dollhouse, had predicted that the convention haul would triple the cash brought in during previous Super Bowls hosted in Tampa.
But between 1 a.m. and 2 a.m. Wednesday, his sleek club drew only one extremely drunk conventioneer in an ill-fitting suit who was seen being reprimanded by a burly security guard.
A pair of cocktail waitresses, in skin-tight American flag corsets and barely-there blue thongs, looked bored.
Asked how her week has been, Karen Kennard, an ample-chested blonde, broke into a pained smile.
“Hashtag 2012 RNC money myth,” quipped Kennard. "I've worked four Super Bowls. I was hoping to be inundated financially in Super Bowl proportions, but it definitely hasn't happened yet." [NY Daily News]
Not sure how I feel about verbal hashtags, but okay.
At 4 a.m. Wednesday, a heavily tattooed stripper named Anna surveyed the scene at 2001 Odyssey — where a gaggle of girls were jostling for the attention of three guys in suits — and offered her take on why business was so bad.
“To be honest, I think a lot of them just hired escorts,” she said. “That's more their style.” [NY Daily News]
Heh. Sounds about right. That and cruising airport bathrooms.