Deja Vu

It's above a sex shop at Pike Place. The guy who let me in was nice enough, and so was my waitress. It was good service. There were some very hot girls, and some okay girls, and some girls I wish I hadn't seen. Mostly decent, though. The music was eclectic, and I didn't like that you can't just walk up to the stage, but I guess this isn't Portland. This is Seattle: no fancy stage shows, no alcohol. I saw people just throwing money onto the stairs that surround the stage from their seats since you're not allowed to get close. I didn't sit in the front, though, so it wasn't feasible for me to tip the stage. Several girls came up to me and we talked. Some were very pushy, and the hotter ones were more patient. I got dances from a few of the hotter ones, top on dances for 30, top off dances for 40 (I did the 40). I did not inquire about anything else, and nothing else was offered. There are also private rooms that you can venture into, but I didn't go. I wonder what goes on in them.