I think it was a club west of Boston that no longer is there, I want to say Michael's. Yeah, it was pretty funny: she was at the ticket counter and I recognized her; other guys walking by were craning their necks because they obviously recognized her too. I figured what the hell, walked over and introduced myself as a fan. She was in a hurry but nice, her then-husband was working up a sweat shlepping a ton of luggage. I vaguely recall her complaining about Boston-area strip clubs not allowing full nudity (G-strings required?) but am not sure about that.