Closer To 11 Than 25

The club is large and dimly lit, which is a problem coming out of the bright Arizona sunlight. It took a while for my eyes to adjust, and, frankly, a lot of the dancers looked good from far, but were far from good.

I got a coke ($6.00 dollars plus tip - at least there was no cover that early in the day) and tipped a few dancers on stage. The drink sucked - they don't know how to mix the carbonated H2O and the syrup. Luckily I wasn't there for that. I wasn't expecting 10s on a weekday in Tucson but you'd hope a few more coeds from the university would make their way down. No dice. Mostly mid-20s to early-30s, so at least there was that. Nothing before a 4 but neither higher than a 7.

I got a floor dance from a young ink-free blonde with glasses. It was stolid and bland. No tip. Then a large, enhanced blonde named after a Texas city. Energetic but not involving.