Planned?...no, not really.
Sometimes I take a break because I have higher priorities and lots of work to do on tight deadlines. At those times, I just naturally put my head down and work. When get through that crunch, I'll think about hitting the club. There have also been times when I've had unexpectedly expensive periods. You know, one of those weeks when a storm blows a tree over on your house, your transmission fails, and the water boiler fails catastrophically. That'll cause me to fortify the house against a plague of locusts rather than hit the clubs.
And then there's the good old hedonistic treadmill. In the immediate aftermath of COVID, I went a little overboard and did the kid-in-the-candy-shop thing. Aside from being expensive in its own right, there came a point where I pulled into the parking lot in full 'meh' mode and bailed 20 minutes after I got there.
But as part of a formal ritual or having a "stripper-free September" or "no-OTC October"? No, I don't really plan out going to strip clubs enough to plan to not go.