I’ve been meaning to come back....

I’ve been meaning to come back. I read a really good post below mentioning new VIP’s and had trouble visualizing where they were in the club. For some reason I have a fondness for this place and really wanted to come back. Part was remembering a good experience and the other they give a good pour. I ordered absolute rocks and it was $12. Not exactly a bargain, I think the last time was the same price, but I thought the pour was less this time. And smaller chips of ice that left less room for my beverage. I would’ve had another one but the thought of spending $24 on two vodkas turned me off to the idea.

The place is friendly and the girls are not standoffish. The first two on the stage should not have been dancing. I was starting to feel that the quality of dancers had really declined here. Actually, it has. But sometimes its hit and miss and you don’t know what will be there. It could have been that day of the week, and I am sure there is always turnover. Okay. I’m not writing what you want to read.

A very slender young African American gal is on stage now. And she’s smiling. Wow! What a concept. Smiling at the patrons. I get comfortable with my drink and she comes by. I asked her about the new rooms and she tells me where they are. I ask her about dances, and what she does. She says, “I don’t have sex”. Well you know what? She is the only decent pleasant person I’ve met so far, and that’s fine with me.