A sure thing, not a sure thing, then a sure thing.

After a swing and miss at 5th Ave, decided to visit Jiggles 10 minutes away, for a sure thing. My long time fav always works Saturdays and while I do enjoy variety and spontaneity, there's something to be said for a known outcome, especially since I hadn't found exactly what I was looking for at 5th, and now it was pushing 11:00. Yeah, I know, some of you die-hards don't even get started until then, but I was looking to do the deed and begin my 45 minute ride home.

Jiggles looks out of place in the middle of a residential area, at the top of a steep hill. No parking lot, but I found a spot right near the front of the bar. Outside is a picnic table for smoking. Inside is a pool table by the entrance, a question mark shaped bar to the right, two lap dance booths in the back on opposite sides, and the men's room beyond that. It's ok, pretty clean, and there was soap and paper towels, a rare luxury here.

Scanned the room and, not surprisingly, didn't see my girl. Figured she was probably in one of the curtained-off back corners riding some PL like a rodeo star. However, a trip to the men's room confirmed the two booths were empty. Perhaps my sure thing wasn't as sure as I thought. Took a seat midway at the bar and got a Heineken for $6 bucks. The place was pretty slow. I counted six girls and five customers including myself. The talent (all Brazilian) was similar to what I had seen earlier at 5th Ave. The faces were in the average to above average range. Bodies mostly chubby but ranging from relatively fit to a little sloppy, and one slim young spinner.