Hmmm, so its been a while seen I have been here, but the second time back was not that bad.
Heres the picture: One of my dad's good friends from Central America came to visit. Now, in most families that means lounging around the porch and reflecting on old times while knocking back a few.. In my family, it calls for getting completely drunk and dragging the only sober guy in the bunch to the strip club so he can drive. Needless to say I was the sober guy.
It all started when we went to Bertucci's in Rt. 1. Since we were 5 Latinos going to an Italian restaurant, naturally they sat us all in the back corner of the restaurant. Dad and friend polish off 2 bottles of wine. After 2 hours of lively conversation, Dad throws me the keys to his truck and says "You're driving" Normally, this would result in squeals of glee from my part (because his truck is SWEET), but unless you have driven 4 drunk old-world latinos around in the cramped cab of a pick up truck, you would not understand my horror.
After we bought lottery tickets, my dad says these fateful words
"Fuck it. We are men. Lets go to a strip club"
The only options were the Squire and the GB. They left the decision to me, and knowing that it would have taken a half-hour for these drunks to get past the metal detector ("Whaaaa? Belt buckles are metal? Defug you talkin bout?"), I decided on this place.
F. We chilled there for about a hour and a half, before the rest of the group started to get lap dances. I noticed that my dad was talking to one of the strippers and started motioning towards me. Thats where i draw the line. The same man who taught me how to ride a bike, change the oil in a car, save money, drive a car etc, is NOT going to buy me a lap dance. Its too weird. Unless you have been there, you wouldnt understand.
As a result, I left and slept in the truck for an hour before they exited the club. The reason I am telling you this whole story is because it may serve to throw off my rating , due the fact that I was scared shitless throughout the entire night.
In terms of the actual rating, the quality of the girls skyrocketed from the last time I was here. I almost drooled on a stripper that looked exactly like Rihanna, sans abuse (too soon?). The waitresses were nice and for some reason I just got better vibes from the place than the last time I was here. Its that intangible characteristic, that X factor, that can determine whether or not you like a certain locale. Maybe its the decoration, or the people, but for some reason I actually had fun. Go figure
I am still not coming back though. read more