Strange Brew, Killed What’s Inside of You.

Pardon me for the rather pedestrian review, for I have fallen out of regular status visiting this club. For whatever reason the fun here has gone by the wayside with me. Arrived at 12:30 with over a dozen girls scattered about on their phones or Cubans gathered along side the stage chatting it up and hugging each other as their fellow peers filter in. Go to the bar and ordered a bottled domestic for $6. Later after sipping it down I get my 2 for 1 well drink for $11. Reasonably priced. Now onto the service…

There weren’t any wall seats open, mostly because the white women were taking them! I wanted to sit at an open spot but the white chick named Toni was holding it for some PL who was in VIP. She was kind enough to get up and go into the dressing room. I wanted to get dances from her. She wasn’t making eye contact so no hard feelings. Another white dancer next to me gets up and goes into dressing room as well. Toni comes back and takes an open seat along the wall and looks at her phone for 20-30 minutes, never looks up and proceeds to walk away to make a round around the club and back to the dressing room. Guess I need to move on….

Another attractive blonde white girl who has been dancing on and off for 15 years was there. I forget her name, it used to be Hailey. Was super hot before having a few kids and now still has game, just a few pounds above her former fighting weight. Again, no eye contact as she walked by into the dressing room. She comes out a few minutes later and looks past me onto the guy who just returned from VIP. She gives the guy two mundane floor dances and he taps out, she walks on by back into the dressing room. I get it when the club is slow and low energy, but with minimal effort they can make eye contact with me and see I am looking for companionship.