Okay. I tried it again....

Okay. I tried it again. It's been quite a while, and you never know how things may change for the better (or, indeed, the worse).

C.W.'s hasn't changed at all. I went in during the day shift, and there were two dancers (one of whom I had seen before) hustling dances. Both moderately attractive, which was certainly a good thing. I got a lap dance from each of them. Nothing too special in either case.

The first one kept up contact, but her hands stayed a mile away. That's okay. But she didn't even make a pretense of being interested in the process. I know it's all a mind-game anyway, but it would be nice if she at least pretended. In fact, right in the middle of the dance (which took place right at the bar), she picked up a package of Dentyne and began to read something on it. That's right -- she took a reading break RIGHT IN THE MIDDLE OF THE DANCE. Nice.