Lord, how the mighty have fallen....

Lord, how the mighty have fallen. There were about twelve dancers on duty, eight of whom would never have interested me because of excessive weight, excessive age or excessive tattoos. One had all three going for her. The mood in that place is bad enough with the guy at the door treating you like a terrorist and the terrible lighting inside. Apparently there was a bust there recently and it killed the whole mood of the place for a while. I sat around for a while, declining uninspired dance offers from women who didn't seem to be into it, and being hit on by the "by the lady a drink?" lady. I assume the place will rebound but until it does, I'm going elsewhere.