I think I'm becoming a regular

Okay, maybe "regular" is too strong a word. But the Ballpark is pretty much the only place I seriously consider going to anymore.

My most recent visit was a Wednesday night. I arrived just after 10 (no cover), which was a bummer, because they often have "Wacky Wednesday" specials until 10. But no matter--they had an ongoing special on Not Your Dad's Root Beer, which was tasty enough and very cheap. Plus: pretzels on the bar! Bonus.

When I arrived there were 5-6 dancers working, but over the two or so hours I spent there, the number dwindled down to 4-5. I didn't catch anyone's name this particular night, but the breakdown at Ballpark is always roughly the same: 2-3 girls don't really do it for me at all (too overweight or too old), 1-2 are pretty decent looking (well built, nice face, friendly), and 1-2 are really hot. The girls each do three songs, walk around the bar for a dollar or two per patron, go in the back to freshen up, and then maybe--maybe--come to talk to individual patrons.