The last time I was here,...

The last time I was here, about two years ago, I had, up till that point, the greatest LD ever; it totally expanded my expectations of what a lap dance could and should be. So when I returned there about six weeks ago I made a point of making it back there again. And I was so, so disappointed.

Under the shadow of the extreme north of the Strip and across a railroad track sits the low-slung Little Darlin(')s. The uneven parking lot spreads out from the building like a moat. You can park anywhere around it for free, but you can also drive up to the valet and have them do that very easy task for some amount of dollars.

After paying the typical 10+ dollars for cover and all the Coke you'd ever want, I enter the room, which is very different from what I remembered. The private booths against the walls were gone; the ceiling above the stage was raised; and the darkness that I liked before had been replaced with the brightness reflecting off the pink walls. Off to a corner was a lounge where the really VI VIP's got to hobnob with the ladies.