hmmm....interesting...i actually had a similar experience, not the same but close, out of necessity. went to vegas on friday nite - drove - I-15 typical friday nite traffic jam that normally took 5 hours ended up to be 8, three accidents along the way. couldn't find a room in town because my reservation was past the 11 pm drop dead date. so went to the Rhino - nice club - rate it up there with CH2 and Cheetahs- midnight. So I am walkin the walk and talkin the talk - girls thought I was zombie or vampire - WELL ! How would you look after working a 60 hour + week and driving 8 freakin hours - was my first thought - but i told em i was stuck in traffic for 8 hours , and if i smelled kinda funny it was because the rest stop past Baker was closed - and well you can guess the rest. but I suppose you can't really smell THAT bad in Vegas strip club filled with cig smoke, spilt beers, and mixture of cheap-expensive perfume. not to mention the construction activity going on in the joint. is it me, or are they ALWAYS doing construction every time I am in a strip joint? Anyway, Rhino has the BEST bar of three strip joints I visit between CH2 and Cheetah's. the girls are friendly at the bar and it's a long BIG mahogeny type dark wood bar , off to the side when you first walk in. Jaguar's had a nice marbly new bar and FOOD , too. But nobody was sitting at it - maybe because it was a week nite. Anyway, it's now about 2am, half dozen beers and two mediocre table dances later. The problem with going on friday nite is that the place is packed and if you get a table-couch dance in back you lose your seat. And the seats are NICE! Big couchy chairs. Dancers like to come up to you and sit in your lap!! Nice!! ummm unless you get one who won't leave (again is it just me, but every time you have the eye on that girl just coming off the stage coming to you, someone descended from Aunt Ester happens to plop right down, right at the inopportune moment. kinda like the waitress asking you how your food is when you just filled your mouth mashed potatoes "umm rghh wm pzzttt!@#!!" Well then I find empty chair about 20 minutes later - this dancer pops down , chats me up for 10 minutes - we go do the 2 for 1 deal that the DJ pipes up about once every 2 hours. She's ok, not great. Then she asks me where I'm from and guess what, she's from same city --- not only that she lives like ---duh---two blocks away from me. So next move is VIP room - you know 3 dances for $100 bucks in the 'private' room. Well, i get in there and look around and it's like a big freakin' Roman - you know what. Things roman' here and there, lots of skin flying around, dark inside, etc. Now it's about 4 am and all the dancers are bobbing and grovin and movin around. my dancer decides it's nice to socialize, sits down, and tells me her life story - which would be nice, perhaps, if i was on a date , or looking for long term relationship - BUT THIS WAS FRIDAY NITE I WAS AT STRIP CLUB AND NOT ON A FREKIN' DATE!!!. So I says how about you and me going back to my room. she says well where you stayin' , i remember i was at the such and such. she asks what room number ---duh ---i haven't checked in yet!! So I said call anyway I am leaving soon. So it's now 5 am, she says she has to leave and clean up at 5 am . I get over to hotel at 7 am into room at 8 am. Forgot one thing, girl at front desk kept looking at me strange. thought to me self must be because my eyes are bloodshot from being up all nite, i smelled of smoke and cheap perfume? When i got to room i found out i had red lipstick all over my cheeks and my hairpiece was on --- well twisted nearly upside down. i felt like dork. managed to take shower and hit the sack and then phone rings at about 8 or 9 am. it's the dancer from Rhino's - she says sorry can't make it and now on freeway I-15 and will call me when she gets home. Yeah, right, i thought. but guess what , she did call me a couple of weeks later and we hit it off. she doesn't work at Rhino anymore - lost track of her - but thought it was an interesting experience to share. You all are probably thinking what a waste - where's the sex, where's the action, where's the jazz. sorry, but this is real life story, so call me a LOSER. it happens to best of us......good nite, one and all. VEGAS ROCKS !!
