Simple. Convenient. Dollies.

O.k., after my last strikeout, I finally did Dollie's "right."

Stopped on a Sunday afternoon while traveling and ordered a beer ($5). Could barely get the order in before none other than C****e started bugging me. It was a little frustrating, because I literally hadn't even used the bathroom first--I had to awkwardly break away from her in the middle of my beer order.

Anyway, I was planning to head to the tables anyway, so once I got out, I took her suggestion to join her there. Of course she started mindlessly rubbing my crotch and immediately gave the menu--$25/dance, $50/CBJ and $100/FS. I told her I was just chilling for now, maybe later.