Comments by Slothrop (page 3)

$20 is the most for a single lap dance. The best lap dancing I've ever had, though, came from a 3-for-$100 set. Something nice happens when you bring out the fresh one hundred dollar bill.

Above 29 is really pushing it. It's funny, though -- psychologically, very young dancers (18-22) often seem to be in too much of a rush or they don't quite get "sensuality" yet. On Friday and Saturday nights at the Crazy Horse Too, I have chosen above-30 dancers because of their very skillful approach which communicates a certain level of knowledge about eroticism. Am I making sense?

Obvious padding, but so obvious as to be laughable.

Sexually alluring women in great numbers and a general sense that anything is possible, even if it might not be.

What an existence: you're working in a topless bar and all night long you only see men taking a piss. What kind of person takes a job like that? The convenience store wasn't hiring for the all-night shift? I leave the poor schmuck a tip as long as he doesn't bother me with idiotic small-talk or hand me an unsolicited tissue.

It's not exactly a sign, as such, it's more of a state of mind where I stop thinking about the outside world. I don't realize I've been having fun until I'm making the long, sad trek back to the parking lot. If it's a good night, then it's been an escape, surreal sometimes, but a relief and an unwinding.

I will be in Las Vegas at the Spearmint Rhino, but I will be thinking about you at least until my attention is diverted.

Imnumnutz: yeah, I noticed one time late on a Friday night/Sat. morning, but they seem to get taken to the private section quickly, huh? Book Guy: well, not necessarily. I can accept breast reconstruction/silicone if it LOOKS somewhat natural. I hate the bazooka style fakery, if you know what I mean.

If she's gorgeous and she had nice breasts and your erectile tissue is highly engorged, then, hell yes, take the phone number. If she gets your number and calls you because she's having a slow night, all the better. Go give her some money and allow her to place her body in the grindage position. That's what it's all about.

Do not go into a strip club with any amount of cocaine. Big mistake. Don't do it. Bad, bad, terrible idea.

The State Department just issued a warning about traveling to Mexico designed to discourage college kids from heading down there for spring break. Beyond that, border towns are dangerous. They just are. Especially at night. There's no getting around it. Watch your ass.

Church.

Inappropriate conversation: "Is that a wedding ring?" "Does your wife know you come to strip clubs?" "My boyfriend carries a Glock pistol in his waistband."

Simple answer to a simple question: ask her. It often helps to have a large denomination bill in your hand plainly in her sight while you are just asking.

I want to understand the answer to the question "what is the meaning of life". The best way I've found to pursue this eternal question is to get a lap dance from a perfectly endowed young woman. After asking the question, I listen closely to her answer and thus, come close to the truth.

I saw a dance area at Caesar's behind some blackjack tables and the signs said "Pussycat Dolls" -- seemed to indicate that, at some time of night, dancers would be present. Tough to count the cards with that going on -- maybe that's the idea...

I didn't get her name -- nor the name of the other one.

I'm sorry -- Center Bar at the Hard Rock Hotel/Casino. That's what I meant.

Spearmint Rhino for strippers. Bar at the Hard Rock Cafe for good-looking non-strippers.

Her name was DJ at Denver's Aloha Beach, early 80's. She was dark haired, perfectly fit and with perfect firm breasts and in those days, for awhile, the place was topless/bottomless. She seemed to have stepped out of a Playmate of the Year photo spread. I think she ran her own strip outcall service for awhile.

This is anecdotal evidence of "no problems," but I suspect actual statistics might tell a different story...such as, number of customers per night vs. last year at this time and nightly take.

"Superfreak" by Rick James "That's the Way I Like It" by K.C. & the Sunshine Band "Ain't That A Bitch?" by Johnny "Guitar" Watson

You're kidding me, right? She-males? Come on. Start your own web page, but don't bring it over here.

Always liked "The Office Lounge" in Charlotte just for the name. "Honey, I'll be at the office for awhile, then I'll be home..."

Either or both.