To Paraphrase Nwa,

Visited Band-Aids last weekend, left quickly and with nearly all my cash still in pocket. When I arrived, no bouncer at the door. Usually when that happens, the bouncer will see me walking in and just wave, knowing I'm a regular and about as high on the threat scale as Adam Rippon (okay, maybe a bad analogy, but you get what I mean). This time, the bouncer (douchey white guy) walked me back to the front of the club, took my ID and still patted me down. Very annoying.

Sat in the main stage area. Maybe 6 PLs in total, and about the same number of dancers. Only one there I had any desire to dance with, she was the third to come up and ask for a dance and I said yes to her. Halfway through the first song douchebag bouncer comes up and says "Keep your hands by your sides." At fucking Band-Aids? Seriously, go fuck yourself with a rusty ice pick. I finished two songs with my dancer, paid her $20, got up and left. This club does not have the talent to deal with crap like that.

Speaking of which, while I've had two mainstay regular dancers here who normally take care of me, the overall dancer quality has really been dropping. While it was never confused with Bourbon Street, there were always a few other dancers whose features caught my eye and were worth some dances. My last few visits have seen those opportunities gone by the wayside. After this last incident, I've moved Band-Aids way down on my priority list.