Trying to escape the oppressive Utah...

Trying to escape the oppressive Utah rules, I made the two and a half hour drive here a few Friday's back. It was hard to find. I drove up and down tiny Pilot Butte Avenue, it was nowhere to been seen. I had to stop and call. Turns out, it's around the corner, across from a Maverick.

Got there around 9 p.m. and it was already packed. There's one stage in the back, and seemed most of the patrons hung out at the front of the bar and drank; even though it was crowded, it was easy to get a stage seat. I got very little contact at the stage, and thought the girls were so-so -- until I met one in particular (I debated whether to mention her by name, but decided not to), a former High Society model. She was hot and super friendly, and I got lapdances only from her all night.

The lapdance area consists of about five plush chairs 5-10 yards from the stage. No privacy, and usually at least one bouncer hovering over you. I still got some great dances. And for the few moments the bouncer was gone, things got pretty wild. I got chastized from the bouncer a couple of times, but it was cool that the girl I was with tried to defend me. He wasn't too much of a prick about it.