Like a sorry fish going back...

Like a sorry fish going back up the river, I came back here one boring early evening. I was hoping to re-visit a fond memory from a few years back, namely Sammi. But it was not to be. She was not in for THIS Thur. With so few patrons in yet, I watched the girls come in in there street clothes. The place is so small and narrow, they have to walk right past you if you sit near the front. Part of the treat is seeing them soon reappear, in far fewer clothes, in their SuperStar mode. Well, I was more or less ignored by most of the dancers, odd, considering the girl:guy ratio. Then, a warm hug and friendly greeting from a well-endowed young Miss warmed me up considerably. I quickly agreed to a dance, not wanting to hang too much longer. The dance was adequate, but alas, not a repeat of my earlier experiences. And, at $30 a pop, it was not economical to extend beyond 2 songs. So, it was not a terrible evening, and things might have gotten more interesting if I wasn't already so tired and need to go.