Ah, the Hi Liter. Lord of...

Ah, the Hi Liter. Lord of the Flies meets a strip club. What can I say? It's the only club I frequent when I'm in Phoenix for business. Print out the coupon for free cover from their website, show your ID, tip the girl after you hand her the coupon, kindly tell the host you are sitting at the bar so you don't have to tip him: then actually go to the bar, don't be a jerk... and have some fun.

Dancers come in all shapes and sizes. Any place in the club with a chair becomes a LD destination, and the pace can be frenetic when it's busy. The line of chairs/tables opposite the bar are the busiest. I have had extremely intelligent conversations with post grad student dancers, as well as fending off the women who have literally been there every time I have been there and whose idea of a lap dance is just a shoulder rub. Then there's the blonde who walks around in a white t-shirt and panties taking any game dance she can get.

It's a fascinating place. It's hit and miss in terms of dancer's attitudes and looks, but I am always entertained and walk away having learned just a bit more about the human experience.