Part Deux: A Sure Sign of Too Much Clubbing (& Spending)

So, I walk into Outer Limits (90 minutes from Silk Milwaukee) last night, a place I had never been before.   I get a beer at the bar and then take a seat at a cocktail table to watch a little of the stage.   An assistant manager comes by and says "Hi, you look familiar."   I recognize him as he sits down--he used to manage Silk in Milwaukee.   Seeing as how Silk bought Outer Limits last fall, he's now at the Middleton locale to help try to turn the ship around.   We chatted for about 5 minutes and he gave me the rundown -- same dance options, same prices and rules as Silk in Milwaukee.   Tells me about the forthcoming remodel (once their license gets local approval they'll put the money into fixing up the club) and plugs several of his gals.   Then he drops he thought he knew me from the VIP in Milwaukee (no way!  It's $300 for a half hour--I did it once a couple of years ago and have regretted it ever since!)   I tell him it was the couch room.   Fyi:   He was the guy I argued with when they tried to hit me up for 4 dances (that's how long the dancer and I were in the room) when the dancer only performed for 2.   I wound up paying for 3, and haven't been back to Silk Milwaukee since.