One more weekend night visit confirmed...

One more weekend night visit confirmed my impression of the Century Lounge. The stage rocks and the laps suck.

First, the stage. Very good lighting, nude means nude (or actually means nude nude :) as the Century motto goes), and a real fun show. If you have an hour or two to kill, you can't go wrong by planting yourself at the tip rail with a pack of singles. The song length is back to over 3 minutes which is a big plus for the stage since the girls have enough time to make the rounds. Kudos to the management for reinstating some discipline in this place, and for getting rid of the "vaginas" sign :) .

Now, the laps. For Southern California, a nude lap at $27 per 3+ minutes is a bargain. The girls could make bank if they charged say a uniform $40 and blew the lappers away (not literally ;) ). Instead, with every girl I tried, you are bombarded the minute the song starts with all manner of ridiculous upselling, ripoff attempts, restriction lists, and constant hustling. Mind you, all of this is happening during the song you are paying to enjoy. After the song is wasted on the intricate details of this BS, you are faced with one dilemma: How do I get the hell out of here without insulting this pretty creature? What a waste. I'd rather throw a Franklin down the toilet than continue a dance like this.