I'm a Papi Chulo, Too

After make a few afternoon rounds of clubs, I went to the hotel, freshened up and headed over to Criket, arriving about 10:30. There is a large parking lot behind the building, which is where the entrance is also. I Ubered over, so I don’t know if they charge for parking, but there was no valet or parking attendant. Cover was either $5 or $10, can’t remember exactly, and beer was the usual overpriced Detroit price, between $6-7, can’t remember exactly.

From reading reviews, I expected Criket to be kind of divey, but it’s not at all. It’s a nice mid-tier club. There is long bar to the right, main stage in the middle, and a couple of satellite stages at either end of the bar. The main stage was the only one in regular use, with two dancers up at a time. Occasionally dancers would also get up on the satellite stages, but that was apparently their choice do to so.

There were probably two dozen or more dancers, mostly good looking, mostly white, but a few AAs as well. Unfortunately (for me), there were slightly more customers, and most of the dancers were tied up with guys in booths or at tables, or sitting with guys at the bar. I found a seat at the bar and watched the stage show for a bit. There was a pretty, slender blonde with a killer ass dancing, so I went up, tipped her, and asked her if she was busy when she was done with the stage. She said she had to talk to another guy first, but added “I think he’s a bullshitter. Give me two minutes.” I assured her I had just gotten there and would be hanging around for a bit.