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The Making of the Pink Flamingo Lounge |
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Now, there are two things we may be referring to when we say the Pink Flamingo Lounge. One is the house itself. It originally gained the title over four years ago and has kept it to this day.
However, we may also be referring to the old, rundown garage located behind the house. This is the story of how the Pink Flamingo Lounge (read: garage) was made. |
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Shannon on the pole at the original location in Kemah. |
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Many moons ago, an idea was born. The idea was a good one and for a while, it ran blissful and free in the wilds of Kemah, before it was crushed by a nosy landlord and forced into the savage and primal place that is Galveston. This is not the story of that idea. For that story, see The Saga of The Pole. However, the Lounge was born out of The Pole. |
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The garage of the Pink Flamingo Lounge was "donated" by its current residents to give a good and much needed home to the pole. What happened next, I'm not sure anyone expected.
First of all, the garage was cleaned out. This in and of itself is a harrowing tale and one deserving of ballads and much beer-toasting. Items left to rot for over four years were unearthed and tossed out on their inanimate asses. |
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Sabrina, Shannon, and Kelly. "Hmmm... we've got the pole. What now?" |
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Slowly, outlines of an actual space began to emerge. This space was then cleaned again to remove the thriving insect civilizations, and I do mean civilizations. I think one group of cockroaches were attempting to write out a treaty of some sort to end the genocide when we gassed them and all their children. It was moving.
The construction crew moved in and began the transformation. The original stage and pole were resurrected somewhere near the center of two thirds of the garage (see above photo). The poor little thing seemed lonely, so we decided to add a second piece of plywood, extending the stage to the back wall. As always seems to happen in this group, this only encouraged us further, and it was decided to add a third plywood section, upping the size of our stage to 8'x12'. Not bad for a bunch of lazy-asses. |
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Already in place was an ancient tool cabinet, full of old nails and paint cans so old we probably contracted lead poisoning just from looking at them. Let me tell you, that thing was one bitch to clean out and repaint, but we did it! With some blue and white paint, a scrapper, and I think even a hammer at one point, we transformed it into a pretty nice cabinet to hold liquor. |
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Kelly and the infamous Ray work on the second section of the stage. Note the tool cabinet on the wall that eventually became the bar cabinet. |
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Annie works on the second section of stage. |
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Sabrina has fun with the built-in bondage system every stripper pole should have! You can see the second section of the stage here (not black). |
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We left our heroes with one young heroine educating herself, the brooder searching for a past he can't remember, and the big bad locked in a big plastic box. For the continuing adventures of the X-Men, click here. |
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We left our heroes with a half-finished stripper bar in their garage. The evil landlord had been vanquished and moral perpitued had triumphed. For the continuing adventures of the PFL, click here. |
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