Thinking back on my last trip...

Thinking back on my last trip here, which I didn't review at the time out of sheer laziness, there are a couple of things that stand out. On second thought, make that sheer oddness of the experience but I digress. The club itself is definitely a little shabby on the inside, but has some things going for it. The layout isn't bad, and having the main stage in that lowered area is a different viewing angle than a lot of places. With a more energetic show could be a strength. I have never really seen a dancer there really give it her all, but I've only been a handful of times. The wooden railing hurts visibility, though, especially when seated on the main floor level. The pool tables in the upstairs bar area are a nice touch, if you like shooting pool, and with a facelift they could have themselves a VIP-ish upscale space similar to other clubs around the horn. Last time I went they even had an exterior door propped open in the back room to let some air in. That's a good thing. Don't change anything there (well, maybe the booths) since the old style saloon look and feel kind of works there with the gals working their way across. The low lighting in there is also good. Ok, really, the booths need to be refreshed. So the last time I got to the club it was pretty late after I'd run though a different spot and become bored. That meant get in, do a quick scan, and find someone for a bit of lap access entertainment before last call. Then things went strange. There's a bouncer there who kind of looks like a heftier version of AC Slater from that old TV show Saved by the Bell who was apparently having a bad night. Aside from being rude (honestly, they don't hire bouncers for personality so that was ok) he was pissing off the dancers and banging on doors in VIP way too early for time. So once I had picked a companion for VIP treatment she was constantly looking toward the swinging doors in the booth and totally distracted. To top it off, the blonde girl one booth over walks in looking to borrow something in the middle of the set. She gets it, then decided to chat with both of us rather than walk back right away. About a minute later said dancer and said bouncer were having an argument for the ages next door, the girl I'm with is rattled and I'm contemplating walking out and taking a write-off. I'll give the guy a little credit, though, since my time didn't get cut short (the spot I was in was the only booth he didn't knock on) and he was cool when I was walking out. Upstairs I ran into the blonde who was moping around the satellite stage with makeup running down her face. After a mercy tip she sits to talk. In between cursing management, she relayed her day was totally crappy and she'd just gotten out of court for assault on her boyfriend. At some point I had to think about leaving (all of this took place in the span of 30 minutes around closing time) and she brought up the prospect of hanging out OTC. There's a game I like to play called How Bored Am I? It goes like this: Cute with a reasonable body and great tits, seems like she'd be one hell of a party under the right circumstances, versus violent and crazy on a bad night. This was a bad night. So I bought her a beer, gave her a smile, which she returned and then I headed for the car. alone. One of you out there can catch up with me sometime to hear the longer and more colorful version of this misadventure over a drink.