Saturday afternoon. Completely dead. Long stretches...

Saturday afternoon. Completely dead. Long stretches with no dancer on stage, which to me is unacceptable. I spent way too much time watching ESPN. If a club is open, there should be dancers dancing, period.

Excellent cocktail service. Mixed drink $5, bottled beer $5. Music not too loud.

I got dances from a couple of dancers. Vanessa/Victoria/Valerie/Vhatever said it was her 4th day at the club, but she had been in the business quite a while. She found the most private booth in the place, and 10 seconds into the first song, she stuck a nipple into my mouth. She escalated the action for a few songs, but I just wasn't feeling it, so I told her I quit. She tried pretty hard to convince me to continue, which I didn't mind a bit.