The club itself wasn't impressive. ...

The club itself wasn't impressive. When you walk in you think, "Well, this is clearly a Deja Vu." I was offered "the best lapdance of my life" but a cute, young brunette (she looked like she was in the 18-20 range) and took her up on my offer. If by "best" she meant "worst" then I'd have to agree. It was 3 minutes of torture. Just rough bouncing, no touching, and that strained, awkward avoidance of eye contact that the worst strippers perfect.

A little while later I end up with an older (late 20's) blonde who promises me a "really good time", gesturing a bit to imply a bit of a handy. I don't take her up on the offer (and nearly immediately regret that decision).

No one else comes my way the rest of the evening. Cover was expensive (this was Vegas, after all, though) and drinks were expensive.