When am I going back to Detroit?

I had some business in Michigan which gave me a few evenings to myself. I decided to explore the local bar scene. For science of course. I had done my research. Reached out to a few fellow mongers and Landing Strip was one of the places that came highly recommended. Not perfect: but a good blend of value/hot girls. I arrived around 9 o'clock and paid the obligatory valet fee. Walked in the door and immediately paid the cover. I was asked if I wanted a booth or to sit at the bar. I decided on the bar as it makes it easier for me to bow out of an interaction with a girl who has decided to spend time with me but isn't vibing.

This place has been reviewed a dozen times but I will note a few things that stood out to me as a first timer. One, the stage, shaped like an airplane. In retrospect, of course.... but still. Second, where I sat at the bar there was a staircase behind me heading up. I thought that is where the private dances were and for a good hour I asked myself why nobody was getting a private dance.... Then, after the bathroom... I saw the stairs going down.

So from 9-10:30 I checked out all the dancers trying to decide who I might take downstairs. There was a good blend of ethnicities all ranging from 6-9. On stage the girls rotated through stations on the strip, each lasting up there about three songs. While I was there there was also an all-call/parade where all the girls paraded down stage to entice people to pick one for a dance. Every 5 minutes or so a dancer would come by and start to chat. For the girls I had no interest in I tried to end the interactions quickly. They have to make money and they were not getting it from me. For the girls that intrigued me we chatted more about dances and what I was looking for. Let's just say I received some intriguing offers. Eventually I narrowed things down to a darker skinned spinner, probably the hottest girl there and a more full bodied blond girl with a lot of tattoos. Not overweight but more solidly built I'm not sure what it was. She wasn't my type but even after my visit I wonder what she might have been like downstairs. Eventually I decided on the spinner. We had already discussed what I was looking for and what it would cost.