You Get What You Ask For

I went to the Vue after a short trip to ICON. Was about to walk in but noticed that there was a "no basketball shorts" rule. Sigh. I went back to the car and put on a pair of jeans. Walked in and there was no cover, but again the bartender stiffly asked me if I wanted a drink. Since I'd just finished my ICON bottle, I passed.

Oh, wait: Vue has the stage on the left and the bar area on the right. Dance areas are toward the left and front left of the club. That's really about it, other than the tables being on the right side. There were maybe 3-4 TVs: didn't really get a full count because C sat next to me and started talking. The only reason C got more than 30 seconds is that she's the prettiest dancer I've seen in a long time. Kind-of tall AA with a nice face/smile/hair combo and no accent. Enhanced up top, but she...whoo. Anyway, she gave me the lay of the land - which took a really long time, for some reason - and took to whispering some info. Not sure why, as the stuff she whispered wasn't secret-worthy. Even if it was, no one else was in earshot. She finally got around to asking for a dance and I said I'd go for 15 minutes. Gave the DJ the 80. She said she heard that ICON has better service than what I got, to which I had to shrug. I never would've gone to Vue if that was the case for me.

The dance started and it was different than what I had earlier when I was up the road. More involvement, more interest. Then she stopped and started talking about menus. I was kind-of hungry so I chose the mid-range option, which I'd never done before. High-end wasn't going to work since I don't like driving on a full stomach, and the mid-range was the same as the dollar variety. Somehow my order got confused and I had a couple of bites of high-end, but I reminded her of my choice. High-end was nice, but the meal I had was sufficiently satisfying. I noticed what time it was and decided to forgo dessert.