I drove down to San Diego...

I drove down to San Diego recently, and decided to visit Cheetah's, where I haven't been in years. It has changed, but I would say not for the better. The girls were not too bad, but not as great as reported by others. Maybe it's because I went on a Tuesday afternoon. I really want to report on the private-room dances, though. If you're looking for some hot, hands-on action, save your money and go elsewhere. I corralled a hot little blonde who "promised" extraordinary action if I would only get 5 for 100 in the back. I remember that it was a lot less on my last visit years ago and you didn't have to buy an expensive bundle. But I was eager to see if things were better on the mileage side. They weren't. If anything they were worse. After the first two dances, I got that sinking feeling that you get when you realize that you have thrown a Franklin out the window. It's not unlike losing both ends of a double-down bet in blackjack in Vegas. It's bad. It makes you want to get up and walk away. Which I did. Beware.