I moved the birthday party to Friday. I got an adequate number of people to show up. We went to dinner at the Sawmill.
Afterwards, I went with a different friend to Diamonds. It is the gentleman’s club that is next door to the Sawmill. It was my first real time at a stripper bar. I can’t say that it was the greatest experience.
They did provide the advertised product. There were pretty women that undressed themselves on stage. But I just got back from Hedo, so it wasn’t that exciting. And the company isn’t the greatest. There are lots of drunk men who spend most of the time staring up at the stage.
And passing gas. Every so often an unpleasant stink wafted through.
But I wanted the full experience, so I paid for a private dance. Which was also a disappointment. I had seen better in Jamaica. Plus you are not allowed to touch anything.
I can totally understand that rule. It makes sense. You don’t want the ladies to feel threatened. But they dance close to you, and make it look like they want you to touch. So, it’s a big tease.
However, if I were allowed to touch, would I want to? Think about it. Do you want to touch something that a dozen other drunk, stinky, horny, guys touched a bit before. I don’t know where that stuff has been.