Glutton for Punishment.

Well, I’ve been off the circuit for a while, but I found myself in the area around lunchtime, and decided to stop in. On days like this I prefer to get my calories from a Miller Lite, and my exercise in the lap dance or VIP room.

However, today it was not to be. If you’ve been here before, you know the drill. You walk in from the bright outside into a dungeon. While waiting for my eyes to adjust, I didn’t hear much other than the music playing. No conversations, or sounds of life.

When my eyes finally adjusted, I hitched up my pants and moseyed over to the bar, which is to the right when you come in. (Can you tell I’m watching a western as I type?) I ordered my Miller Lite, and tipped the bartender a $5, since she didn’t demand a door fee. I found a seat on the back wall, close to the lap dance area. There was one AA dancer on the stage, a little too thick for my tastes, but I sat and watched. I was early, so every now and again I’d see dancers come in and head to the back, and never come out. How long does it take to get ready and get out to the floor. There were a 3-4 guys who seemed to be regulars at the bar, talking to each other and the bartender. I’m anti-relationship, so I don’t join those crowds.