This last visit to Scores made...

This last visit to Scores made me sad. Not because the club is going downhill, necessarily, as evidenced by its recent remodel, or because there was some fault with the girls ... well, sort of, but nothing really of blame. No, this last visit just made me feel old, which is what made me sad, too.

About a year ago, I posted about how one of my favorite things about Scores was that you were always apt to see a familiar face. I think I've been going to Scores for about six years now, and for five of those years, I had a list of ATFs -- Iva, Frida and Lana quickly come to mind -- of which I could almost assuredly count on seeing one, if not two or all three, on a given trip.

Having just hit a milestone birthday, I went down on a Sunday night, thinking I might take advantage of their Sunday room special (still not at all cheap at $400 for a half-hour) with one of my longtime ATFs, particularly Iva or Frida, who would usually recognize me, even if I hadn't seen them for months, and offer up some great conversation prior to a great dance.