text: Picture it if you will Little old me drinking at the Bikini Lounge from in the afternoon until midnight with friends Drinking drinking drinking So after hours of living solely off of beer there can surely be no better idea than going to a strip club RightnnSo we pack up and head on over A high cover sorry for the life of me I do not remember how much and a drink minimum which I do realize is standard later we are immersed in black light As my eyes adjust I start to see that this is really not the crowd I expected to see in a strip club There is ZERO energy No talking No laughing Nothing but rows of guys sitting and looking blankly at the dancersnnWe found some empty chairs in the back and settled in there and I was able to turn my attention to the girls Ok look I know they cannot all be Elizabeth Berkley may the Lord keep her feisty Nomi Malone safe and warm forever But I did not expect this apathy Bored looking women taking their short turns on the small round main stage and more bored looking women walking around offering lapdances in vain The thing about stripping is this I thought the point was that you could make a lot of money But we were there at midnight on a Saturday night and these girls were getting NOTHING In the hour we were there I saw ONE man put money in a girls pants on stage and I watched and it was a one dollar bill SeriouslynnI sat there with my friends men one other woman all of us in a row all of us suddenly sober staring with our eyes and mouths wide open I could feel my male friends good mood deflate ha do not be dirty as my girl friend and I felt like gender traitors just by being therennI thought these kind of places were supposed to be rowdy and fun Was I expecting too much It was the most depressing experience I sort of feel bad even writing this because nobody involved with that joint can be happy I am sure But I figured I owe it to all you Yelp gentleman and the ladies toowho am I to presume to steer you away from this one