Arrived at 9:15 on a Wednesday...

Arrived at 9:15 on a Wednesday evening. Was tricked into taking the entrance off of 529. The truck lot you have to negotiate looks and feels like it took a B-52 strike with 2,000 pound bombs. If you value your transmission and suspension, go around the corner-don't take the 529 exit. Anyway, finally getting to the club lot, the valet was trying to flag me down so he could make a few bucks. Fuck that, I learned how to park a car 36 years ago. Walked in the front door and had to negotiate a metal detector. The cover was ten and my drink was five fifty.

Seconds after an older waitress took my order, a sloppy drunk and fugly latina plopped herself in my lap (without asking) and became instantly annoying. I asked her, politely, twice, to leave. When the waitress returned, I asked her to run off the skank. She did, and a few dancers were annoyed that I did that.

There were about 10 or 11 dancers and about five customers. Most of the dancers seemed happy to hang out with each other. The dancers ranged in quality from 4 to 8.