Two days after visiting Mario's, I...

Two days after visiting Mario's, I returned to the Electric Crapshoot. This place has run hot and cold with me in the past, and I hadn't made the trek to Tolland since the warmer weather. The place continues to make changes. The DJ who used to sit in the back with a computer now appears to have his own booth. There's more lighting around the bar and, that afternoon, there was a table laid out with snacks. Nevertheless the projection TV remains crooked and the Blues Brothers mannequins are still sitting in the corner. I wasn't there long enough to see if the improvements extended into the bathroom.

I never quite know what I'm gonna get when I walk in this place. It can be crowded or empty, and the girls can run from aggressive to aloof. Today it was surprisingly crowded for an afternoon with a rotating lineup of four girls on the stage. The constant push for dances reminded me of Seductions in Niagara Falls, particularly one eastern European girl with a Paris Hilton look that finally gave up on me when another guy took her to the champagne room. Money talks.

I finally took the plunge with Amanda, a petite Brazilian with (surprise!) real breasts. She offered a $600 trip to the champagne room ($400 to the house, $200 for her) but that's just ridiculous. (I could get two or more hours from an escort for that kind of cash.) From there she took me through her regular dance booth routine, and I left quite happy after three songs. Mercifully the infamous jukebox wasn't running, so the dancers actually had to dance full-length songs! It was a welcome break from past practice.