| rev:text
| - I took my wife here the night of August 1, 2014 for her 42nd birthday. She wanted to do something grownup so we shipped the kids off to the grandparents and booked a weekend at Talking Stick Resort. We started the weekend off with a nice dinner and then headed over to Skins Cabaret. We found parking a little confusing as we weren't quite sure where to park. Everything seemed to be valet parking and I wasn't comfortable parking across the street in a neighboring business. I ended up doing valet. This was our first time at a strip club together. I used to frequent them in my younger days, but eventually out grew them. My wife had only been to a strip club once before in her life as part of a work related birthday party. As we walked in the place, the first thing we noticed was how dead the place was. There were only a few patrons sitting amongst a lot of empty chairs. This was kind of what I was hoping for thinking we would get more attention from the ladies without a bunch of men staring down my wife. Wrong! Upon sitting down we were promptly greeted by a waitress who took our drink orders and returned within minutes with our drinks. After that we never saw her again. We were there for well over an hour. In addition, the dancers seemed to avoid us. They were good at talking amongst themselves while waiting for their stage call, but not much else. I don't know if it was because I was with my wife that the felt uncomfortable coming to our table. Who knows. Back in my day, dancers would approach a table regardless if a woman was present or not. They would even ask the woman if she wanted a dance. Not sure how things changed over the years. Anyway, the longer the night went on the more annoyed we became over the lack of service we received. The dancers seemed to prefer grinding on some fat 70 year old man sitting in a dark corner of the room rather than coming to us. Then a group of employees or reps of some kind (insiders) arrived and took over the joint. All the dancers flocked to their table and continued to hover around their table forgetting about everyone else. Then the group moved into a private room taking half the girls with them. It seemed as though they were all partying among themselves and forgot that there were paying customers still inside the building. No hard feelings though because honestly most of these women looked like crack whores anyway. Some of them were so skinny they didn't have breasts while others looked like they belonged in a Marilyn Manson video. Not to say they were all skinny, some of them really need to say no to Cheetos. Most of them just seemed to hate being there. I guess I don't blame them. What happened to the sexy, upbeat, and energetic dancers of the past who understood how to drain a guy of all his cash? Not sure how you make money ignoring the clientele. I dated a dancer once who always said it wasn't her @#$% that made her money it was her smile. Approachability is everything! Anyway my wife and I grew bored of the same group of girls in rotation and opted to leave. As I mentioned before, this was for my wife's birthday, so I had planned drop a lot of cash for her. I took 400 hundred out of the ATM and left Skins Cabaret having only spent twelve dollars. Sad. We left while the night was still young so we ended up driving down the street to Babes Cabaret. The place looked a little sketchy from the outside, but once inside they took care of us and were more than happy to take my money for a much better night.
|
![[RDF Data]](/fct/images/sw-rdf-blue.png)
![[cxml]](/fct/images/cxml_doc.png)
![[csv]](/fct/images/csv_doc.png)
![[text]](/fct/images/ntriples_doc.png)
![[turtle]](/fct/images/n3turtle_doc.png)
![[ld+json]](/fct/images/jsonld_doc.png)
![[rdf+json]](/fct/images/json_doc.png)
![[rdf+xml]](/fct/images/xml_doc.png)
![[atom+xml]](/fct/images/atom_doc.png)
![[html]](/fct/images/html_doc.png)