Not much new to report here,...

Not much new to report here, but the news I do have is really good for me: That cunt of a waitress that wouldn’t leave me alone wasn’t there my last trip. Maybe her co-workers finally tired of her bullshit.

Same gaudy pink neon, same porn on TV screens, same drink holders next to the urinals, same closeted toilets to take a dump in. Same white-washing of the girls, music and clientele as well, but I have to be selfish: Until it affects me, I will appreciate the level of cleanliness and professionalism Hollywood strives for that others couldn’t give less of a damn about.

And the girls … well, most of them are still the young, small-titted type, same as it ever was. But there were a couple strippers there that caught my eye. One of them was a cutie named Phoebe, who seemed sweet and would’ve been nice to get a couple of bed dances from. Another was Mary Jane; unfortunately, I remembered her from visits past as an obnoxious, overly aggressive pest who only flitted around groups of young guys and never stopped sitting on their laps, playing with their clothing and giving only them attention onstage. She didn’t change her routine one bit this night, sidling next to and throwing herself on top of these two frat-lookin’ dudes. God, I observed her from afar and I was completely annoyed by her.