En route to DFW I was...

En route to DFW I was informed that a scheduling snafu assured my client couldn’t make the meeting in Chicago the next day. With some time to kill I decided to drop by the Spearmint Rhino. It almost looked like the place was closed, and I saw less than 10 cars parked in the lot, so I headed down to Cabaret Royale. I hadn’t been in since last summer, and figured I was already 95% of the way there at that point, so why not?

It was pretty dead inside, but I decided to VIP anyway to cover my bases as so to speak. There were a handful of customers, and I’m uncertain how many dancers were spread across the CR + Fare room, but I’ll guess roughly a half dozen. After a short while I was approached by a 30 –ish blonde who sat very close to me and said we could have some “real fun”. She really came off as too desperate though, and seemed eager to move on to the next patron unless I jumped on her first offer. Hence, I let her move on. The next 10 minutes were exceptionally boring, and just as I was about to leave a curvy AA girl greeted me with a big smile. We chatted for a bit, and despite the fact that she is way too young to know about the Ronco Mr. Microphone, she explained very clearly how she would like to do a demonstration for me. She said her audition would be in untranslated French with a deep accent, and that it would last about 20 minutes, and unless I protested, would relish whatever French cuisine was present at the end.

All in, my wallet was $130 lighter than when I set out for the airport, and I think I’ll schedule a return visit sometime in February.