Only two dancers. Only that sad.

Sugar and Spice is the sort of club where you feel like you have to apologize for going there. It's nothing like the downtown clubs where the girls are sleek and seductive. Its decor is barely a tic or two better than decrepit. I suppose one positive would be it doesn't stink the way it did when smoking was allowed.

So why do I go? Why do I go to a club where I know - KNOW! - I'd rather not see most of the girls, not even without clothes. It's not for the ambiance. It's not for the drinks. Not even for the price. So why?

Why? Because I am a pussy optimist. I'm willing to risk the disappointment, to ignore the ugliness (or just the averageness) and to waste a few dollars and few minutes in the expectation that one day one girl will be different.