Just Dropping By To Kill Time

This is one of those "I was in the neighborhood" visits. I was on my way to LAX to pick up a friend when I got a text that the plane would be at least two hours late. So where do you go to kill time? You go to the Jet Strip.

Free parking. Lot not crowded. $11 admission. Bought the obligatory beverage. There were only a few other customers there since it was early. I wasn't in the mood to get a private dance right away so I figured I'd sit and chill and watched naked ladies dance. Well, there weren't a lot of naked ladies there and there were long gaps when the stage was empty and the ladies who did get up there weren't all that interesting.

There were about five there for the first 40 minutes of my visit. Each one stopped by to try and sell me a dance and when I said "not now," they each took that to mean "never" and never came back, which I did not mean with two of them. The others were too drab to too tattooed for me. I sat there and just did mental flashbacks to when this was the best club in town. A stable of great regular girls with little turnover. You got to know the ones you liked and when they liked you, they did a lot of stuff that the management now frowns upon.