I came here on a whim...

I came here on a whim and was really not expecting much. I've been really, really down on the Baltimore scene lately. After trips to Tampa, Vegas, LA and Tijuana, I've had about as much hands on full contact laps and more in the past few months, than I've had in my life.

The thought of getting a dance a Night Shift with some dude sitting 10 feet away and watching...or should I say leering...at me or a somewhat lame dance at Gentleman's Gold Club, not to mention the skanky overpriced national disaster zone known as The Block had me in a pretty down mood.

Anyway, let's talk about the Ritz. I walked in at 7:03 and was told that I missed happy hour...fine, I'll deal. I can't remember what the cover was, but they gave me my change in $2 bills. What the heck was that. Anyway, it's what I used to buy my drink, so I was set.