Had our annual trip to Myrtle...

Had our annual trip to Myrtle Beach, which means another trip to the Masters Club. We've watched this place slide downhill for the past 15 years and this year it officially seems to have hit the wall. The physical club is tired as ever, with the only constant being the collection of grumpy bouncers who have been here forever. That has been a given, but unfortunately the quality of the women here has declined in a really breathtaking way. There are still a few rare attractive girls, but this year marked an amazing uptick in the really tired, haggard, tattoo-covered girls that never ever could have landed a job working here in the past. For a club that used to feature scores of young, attractive European girls, the Masters has morphed into place dominated by those girls' mothers and ugly stepsisters, mixed in with aggressive, mean or angry dancers and a full catalog of blank-faced tattoo parlor stoners. Tried the VIP with one of the only winners in the club, and it was decent enough, but nothing to urge anyone back the next evening. The stained, ripped couches were still there, but the fun was not. We went to Thee Doll House instead after assessing the wreckage at the Masters, and it was a marked improvement. That's a separate review, however. If the Myrtle Beach municipal zoning board continues to crack down on the clubs here, the thousands of flabby, middle aged golfers like us who come here every year are going to find a different city to take our golf trips to.