Crushed Green Velvet

Those three words...

Crushed Green Velvet...I can add to that...Tight Mini Dress.

The Go'Divas are all about West of the Ashley...of course we want the area to prosper, we own investment property on that side of the river. We're the first to promote...but, when Go'Diva #1 gets dragged by her right, python covered stiletto, it's never a good thing. I decided to venture to J Paulz. I enter...all around me I see denim, stone blast jean shorts, dirty Reebok (is that how you spell it) hi-tops, too tight dresses, frizzy hair...where do these people come from? J Paulz is a nice place, the decor is great, the bathrooms something to write home about, but the people who frequent the venue are like something out of the movie Deliverance...(queue freaky song)...everyone had bad skin, like maybe they smoked, drank and ate too much and didn't bother with keeping up to date with their skincare regime. When I had had just about too much, someone told me, "this is James Island"...is that true? Is there a class of people that live within a stones throw of my bubble that could be related to those people they show on the news after a bad hurricane and their trailer just blew away? Yes.

Take the gentleman at the bar, slugging back his brew with his fellow comrade. He had on his finest black silk shirt…unbuttoned down to the hollow of his ribcage. He had been freshly waxed and then sun burnt...by the tanning bed. What a sight. He looked just like the bad guy from Grease, I can't think of his name.

Just when I didn't think I could handle anymore, I'm walking out to safety...I see a woman, prancing like a 4 year old in her mother’s heels for the first time, walking towards the door. A crushed velvet mini dress, in lime green, pink lipstick, orange blush, fake fingernail, the works.

That is when I realized, J Paulz is the hang out for the upper crust red necks.

PS – Sushi was good, service was the worst…ie non-existent and they had fun bathrooms.