2:00 on a Tuesday afternoon. About...

2:00 on a Tuesday afternoon. About a quarter of the chairs in the place were occupied. It was lighter in there than I remember from dozens of past visits (this is not a good thing, privacy-wise), and the music was a bit quieter than usual (this is a good thing).

This club thinks it's better than it actually is. A bouncer escorts you to a table; there's a men's-room attendant. Look around; it's just a dumpy bar (albeit with a lot of topless women wandering around). Another negative thing I noticed on this trip, which I don't remember noticing before, is that the DJ isn't even subtle about cutting the songs short. Right in the middle of a line... boom! Over!

The snooty attitude spills over to some of the dancers, too. A couple of them looked at me like I was nuts when I turned down their dance offers. One I did get three dances from looked all around the room while she did them, all the while chomping madly at her gum. Hey, would it have killed her to play the game and pay a little attention to me? I will say, however, that this sturdily built little blonde did some pretty nice grinding. (This is why I forgave the wandering eye and the gum-chewing through multiple songs.)