So we slip by this club, because my friend knew the owner. Twelve O'Clock midnight and yet only a handful of people.
We sat down at a table and waited a half hour to get a couple of Ice Teas W/ Lemon and nobody came to take our order.
Finally my friend got the attention of the owner and asked why nobody came to the table.
He said they could not afford a waitress, and the only way to get a drink was to go to the bar.
We decided to get out of there and head down to the local beach, where normally, even in off season, the place is packed with people partying, camping, fishing etc...
Not a soul. Zero, zip, nada, zilch.
We drove on down to the tip of the island, where the mansions are.
Every last one for sale.
Not kidding. Not just a few, every fucking one of them.
Dark, most of them.
Not a light on the road.
Only cars we saw were at the sleazy motels. Parked.
All ominous signs for a once thriving place such as this.
On the way back, we saw some homeless people, and underage drinkers. The only people left in what was once a thriving place. Normally the cops would have chased them away, but there were no other people to begin with.
Not certain what happened whilst I was away, but somebody killed it dead as door nails. Was so sad we went home.
I do believe this is the worst economy I've ever lived through, and at no time did it hit me any worse than last night.