The last time I was a...

The last time I was a Castaway, I came away kind of depressed -- not so much with the club itself, but with my willingness actually to sit there, part with money, and expect to be entertained. But a few people posted positive reviews, so I thought, "I should go back." Then Aceshigh, one of southern New England's indefatigable and usually reliable ISCCs (that's Independent Strip Club Critics -- I wonder how many of us who read and contribute here have actually met, but don't know it?) gave it a true trashing. I didn't remember Castaway as _that_ bad, so I thought, "I really should go back and see if it's worse than I thought."

Gentlemen, I admit it. I'm an idiot. With logic like that, I could be managing one of the Northeast's major league baseball teams. (And who knows...?) In the course of an otherwise wasted evening, I had two beers, saw way too much overweight flesh for my own good, and for the second time, left with a headache from the lethal combination of pink lights and aluminum foil walls. I give a slightly higher number than Aces only because another club once really set the bottom standard for me. But I doubt I'll be back any time soon.