Strike Three

So after a total bomb at Bogies and a foul ball at H8N, for some stupid reason I decided to torture myself and try H8S to cap off the night. What the heck. Three girls, Skye, Anissa, and Star (I think). None of the women had been to the back yet. That in itself should have been a huge sign to walk out. Skye talked briefly, then had a regular walk in and sit with her at the bar. So she was off the list. Star, never got off the stool except to take her turn on stage and then returned to her seat. Anissa was the only one to approach. I had been back with her before and was hoping for one of the other two. But, as the night was going, it was Anissa or nothing at all.

I should have taken the walk (keeping with the baseball theme), but nooooooo, I had to swing and miss. Agreed to spend $100 with Anissa who clearly understood what the gameplan was. Got back and all I got was serenades to Billy Squire Stroke Man for three songs. WTF. I am your only customer on the day and you pull this crap. Anissa not the cleanest dancer and I wouldn't do many things and keep a very limited menu with her, but she torched the bridge on this one. Strike three, I am out. Don't know what happened in Michigan, but this was the worst Monday ever for me clubbing. Usually you can find something somewhere,but apparently not this day.