Evening Salvaged. Barely.

After a forgettable visit to Pandora’s we decided to try to salvage our evening at Kittens on our way back to the hotel. One good thing about Kittens is it is only about 10 minutes from the airport. Another good thing is that it is connected to a bar. Which is a good thing in Washington as there is no alcohol served in strip clubs. There is word that is being discussed. But I’d rather not have another enforcement agency putting a damper on our fun.

We hit the Dog House next door for a couple drinks to commiserate over our failed mission to Pandora’s. It’s our perennial Seattle favorite. Just not this day. After getting a nice buzz on (good pours) we hit Kittens.

Every time we go there is a different routine for paying cover. Some young kid took our money and made us wait for a waitress to take our order and walk us to a table. My coworker smashed right into one on the way. It is dark, very dark, in this place. We sat down and were immediately mobbed by girls trying to convince us we would have the greatest experiences of our lives if we would just follow them. We brushed a few off until we made our choices.