In more than 30 years of...

In more than 30 years of mongering in more than 20 countries, I thought I had a pretty good understanding of the strip club scene. I was wrong. I was very wrong, and found myself wishing I hadn't wasted any time at Spearmint Rhino in Las Vegas last weekend and had instead got my a$$ down to San Diego.

I was in town for business, and while at dinner on Tuesday, a business associate of mine asked the busboy if there were any decent strip clubs in the area. He mentioned Cheetahs and another place I can't remember in San Diego, but said there was no place better than the Hong Kong Gentlemen's Club in Tijuana. I opted out of Cheetahs, and instead hit the hotel gym and got some work ready for the next day. At lunch on Wednesday I has the opportunity to get feedback on my friend's trip to Cheetahs. Overall, he gave it a 5 out of 10, and had spent roughly $250 over the course of a couple hours, but received nothing more than some tame lap dances. He must have left with a serious case of blue balls because he wanted to know if I was up for a trip across the border. Wednesday was out, as I had a major presentation on Thursday, so I figured a trip to Tijuana would be an okay way to cap the evening.

I ended up getting some logistical information from a trustworthy local during the workday, but as it turned out it was pretty self explanatory. I was advised not to drive into Mexico, but instead just park the rent a car in one of the lots at the border and simply walk across. I also was told that pretty much any cabbie would know where the club is, and not to pay more than $5 for the trip. Getting to the club actually turned out to be absolutely trivial, and a little over an hour after we left the hotel we were at the club (around 7PM)