Thursday is the day

First, it's Eighties music all day long. Which is awesome. (Even though they butcher the songs with 90-second or two-minute cuts.) I hate having to listen to hip-hop crap just to see pretty girls.

Second, the girls ARE pretty. There were seven working the day shift, and I'd rate them all as 6s or 7s... Jennifer might be an 8 in dim light. None that I'd kick out of bed for eating crackers. No hustling for "buy the lady a drink." Aggressiveness ranged from (a) girls sitting alone at the bar heads-down in their iPhones to (z) girls jumping in your lap uninvited. Table dances are ten dollars, although with a free lapful of Jennifer, I didn't see the point.

Third, Thursday gets you $100 half-hours in private suites. A small room with a couch, a table, and complete privacy -- just you, the girl of your choice, and the dude watching you on camera. :-) That's a lot better than the VIP sections at other clubs that feel about as private as a bus terminal. This is normally $180, so $100 is a steal. Mileage? Depends on the girl. As long as you don't do something that gets the camera dude upset, you can go a long way.