I Expect Better
I have to admit, the older I get, and the more I get around the country, the less tolerant I have become for the dive-bar strip club experience. I knew what I was getting into before I walked in the door - so this is my fault - but I had hoped for better. And as an experienced monger, I was listening to the wrong head on this snowy cold Wednesday in Detroit. But I was hopeful to find an attractive lady, spend some money, buy her a drink or two and leave satisfied. So here I was, walking in to Bogarts and as I walked through the door I get hit by an overwhelming cloud of smoke. I sit at the bar and immediately I am besieged by the "girls without a regular", before I can even order my drink (please girls, just give me 5 minutes to get my drink and get situated). The talent level was pretty low, and most girls are over 35-40. Anything worth looking at has a regular buying her drinks and another one in line. I finally saw a decent, slightly heavy brunette, possibly Hispanic, dancing her ass off at the pole. I walked up and tipped her generously and we agreed to meet up at the bar. Long story short we ended up in one of the nasty VIP rooms. She was fun, funny, talkative, and sexy and I ended up with what I wanted. But in retrospect I felt really dirty after leaving here - smokey, unclean VIP, more crazy girls than not. I think it's my last visit to Bogarts.