Hi-Liter Nostalgia Ends in Mediocrity

Story time: Hi-Liters was my very first club visit and it blew me away. This was many years ago, but it was apparently at the height of its greatness. Feeling nostalgic, I decided to drop by again one Wednesday evening around 6pm-ish when visiting for work. I don’t like the parking at this club, it’s tiny. So I parked down the block and walked.

Normal entrance, scanned my ID and paid 5 or 10 for entrance (I don’t remember the exact amount). The place was quiet and the bouncer asked where I wanted to sit (with a view of ESPN) and took me to a table. A waitress came by immediately and I ordered a red bull vodka. Within a couple of minutes girls started stopping by. The first couple were out of shape latinas and I politely told passed. Then a cute 20 something white girl approached and offered a dance at the table, which I accepted. The dance was very solid, although it was a standard routine, the same moves in the same order. But she was good at it. She then asked to go private and I said I just wanted some time to relax first but may want to in a while.

But then, a petite Latina girl was on the stage and she was banging. Just my type. Maybe 105lbs barely 5 feet tall. I walked up to the stage and tipped her a couple of singles and told her to come see me afterwards. It was probably unnecessary because there were only like 3 other customers in the joint, but I didn’t want to miss out on her.

A few songs later she came to the table. Her name was Rosa or Rosita or something similar. She spoke almost zero English, so I had to use google translate. She asked if I wanted a private dance, and I asked what can happen in private dance. She said you can touch me and motioned up and down her body (while sitting on my lap). I eagerly accepted. I don’t recall the exact split for the girl versus the house, but I paid $250.