Another disappointing visit to Cheeks

Started my Sunday afternoon quest at Blondies. In the past I have been lucky at Blondies for not much cash, other times, a complete waste of time. The bartender shorted me change from my twenty and I stood there staring at her, wondering if I should make a big issue of it and risk the wrath of the bouncer in the Hells Angels colors. It has been several decades since I have been shanked in a bar, but some memories linger. Luckily she fessed up and gave me the correct change. Clean living pays off once again!

Took 20 minutes for the manager to chase the ladies out of the dressing room to go mingle with the customers. 3 black ladies, one white, and one of dubious lineage (she was so fugly I did not waste time attempting to determine her pedigree).

One of the black ladies had a smoking hot body and an academy award worthy ass. Curiously, she had no dancing skills and seemed to lack any stage presence-but what a body! OMG! You could bounce a Susan B. Anthony dollar coin off her butt. She was scooped up immediately by what appeared to be a regular for her and I decided to take my act down the road as the rest of the smorgasboard wasn't appealing.

Next stop was Cheeks. I have been avoiding this spot because of the drama, but since it was Sunday and sure to be slow, I took a chance there wouldn't be a stripper fight in progress, or a drug induced stripper melt down to contend with. I have an aversion to flying liquor bottles.

Not much has changed at Cheeks. I wanted to compliment the bartender on the holiday decorations, except there weren't any. This place gives off no vibe whatsoever; nothing to entice the customer to feel wanted, much less appreciated. The bar tender, Brittany is nice, so there's that.