Bad Luck Banana on a Thursday

I swung by the banana on the way home from the airport, and was underwhelmed by the Thursday night shift. It was hardly a thirst trap. The monitors informed me that there was a pole dancing competition at sister club Tens that evening. I wished I was catching that show, but didn't have an extra hour round trip if drive time in me.

There were probably 15 guys in the club and maybe 5 dancers - mostly Latina ranging from nice to a bit heavy. Unsurprisingly, given the competition there wasn't a spinner in sight. I wasn't really into any of the girls, and left after a solid rotation on the stage. Maybe I should have asked the bartender for a dance. I'd quite prefer to spend time with her.

$15 cover, $8 beer. No luck. It's a bummer because I've had a pretty good time at the club in the past with afternoon shifts and evening crew. The 2 song for sixty dances can get interesting