Found myself in the Galleria for...

Found myself in the Galleria for lunch last week and, out of boredom more than anything else, decided to see how Treasures was holding up. The physical plant is very nice, the parking lot must have been recently redone (it used to be broken pavement), and I was able to avoid the valet parking people and park myself. I hadn't been going to Treasures very often, despite the quality of the eye candy, because the attitudes that came with the eye candy -- the ladies at the St. James just seem a lot less predatory (and I am sure that it is just appearances, but still). It seemed like as good a time as any to revisit the place.

After almost walking into a wall going from a midday Houston day into near darkness (the minute that it takes you to make it through the metal detector doesn't let your eyes adjust at all), my eyes gradually adjusted a little and I was able to fight the urge to ask the proprietors for a white cane and a seeing eye dog. I found myself to a seat near the main stage, almost tripping over three small Asian ladies in, well, something more or less transparent. They could see where they were going, I couldn't, and I was larger than all three put together. One of them asked me if I was OK, and I said that I couldn't see. Helpfully, they put me in a seat and I heard them saying to one another "Why would a blind guy come to a titty bar" as they walked off. When I say dark, I mean it. Perhaps they should offer a loaner dog and cane for the first few minutes.

Anyway, one of the Asian ladies that I almost ran over walked by and I smiled at her. She deftly changed course and sat right down and asked me if I wanted a dance. Pretty good for Treasures. Usually it takes 20 minutes to get a drink. Opportunity knocks but once and all that, so I said yes, and she led me back to the very back, where it was even darker, to the very back wall, which is a good sign. In Treasures, that is about as private as it gets downstairs. She did two dances, asked me if I could really see her (I assured her that I could at that point). I realized at this point that her English was really not very good. She then asked how I was liking her dances. I placed her hand in my lap and let her see for herself. Smart girl, she took a hint and started stroking. She then leaned in and we came to an agreement and I got a very nice bbbj with a swallow. I zipped up and I was walking out the door when I ran into a party of friends from work who were taking a late lunch. So, back to a table upstairs where we enjoyed some expensed lap dances, and I grabbed the little Asian chick for my friends. She brought her friends upstairs and much fun was had by all. I was dragged off by a second dancer (a short, thin Latina with large man mades) around the corner into the VIP room for my dances (the library outside the VIP room can be a little cramped) and was amused to see a party of businessmen on an expensive lunch (judging from the multiple bottles of champagne on the table) staring slackly into space. It was so dark that you could barely see the heads bobbing up and down in their laps! Must be nice to be a VP with oil flirting with $80/bbl.