Back in vegas

Well, I was back in Vegas for one night last week just for meetings. I ended up with a little time on my hands before meeting up with some co-workers so I decided to do what I always do in Vegas on my own, visit one of the clubs. My most recent trips have been restricted to the OG. Primarily for the mileage, but the older dancers are for me. I've always had a thing for the cougars and it hasn't diminished even as I enter into their age bracket. That place is full of them, but...

Recent review seem to indicate that many of the things that make that club great have changed. Even if that weren't true, I was picking up co-workers in a few hours. So the mess I am historically left with at the OG was just out of the question. So I opted for second prize, the Cheetahs. I arived in my rental and walked right in. I am not sure if there is a charge for a cab/limo. I always have a rental car in Vegas. All that means in no cover (but there may not be a cover anyway). There is a mandatory 2/drink minimum which ends up being $20 for 2 beers with tip to the very sexy asian bartender (sheesh she was hot). Seems like a lot for a beer, but if I'd have paid a cover, they'd have been reasonable with the change from the $20.

Once inside, this isn't a bad club. Clean, nice stage in the center. Sat at the bar and made my first mistake. I am a sucker for short hair, so when a older blonde in a bob sidles up next to me I overlook the danger signs. Maybe she is just a little goofy. We repair tot eh couches for the ole' Cheetah's afternoon 2-for-1 (mean's $10 per song). Well goofy turned into batshit crazy. The music couldn't end soon enough. Don't get me wrong, she was well proportioned and felt nice in all the right places. Had we been in a different circumstance, I could have blanked out all the crazy shit she was talking about and finished my business. So I finished the 2/1 and made a quick move to the mens room. When I emerged, she was nowhere in site.