Wednesday, June 17, 2009
Hiatus
The DimmBros site will be on indefinite hiatus as Morley and Lester are exploring different parts of Asia.
Saturday, May 16, 2009
Dimm Brothers' School of Stripology
We discussed this last night while at Deja Vu, of opening a school for strippers (and waitresses). In addition to the basic classes of pole dancing and lap dancing, there'd be courses on customer service, conversation skills, psychology, sales techniques, even marketing.
The idea being that the graduates would be more than "Wanna dance?" clones. They'd be able to converse, to recognize a customer that will be worth the effort versus one who isn't going to open the wallet. To learn how to handle the octopuses versus the shy newbies.
Admission would be nominal since it'd be a working school. The dancing might be a little raw (pun intended).
The problem we see is accreditation. How to convince the State that the school is a good thing.
The idea being that the graduates would be more than "Wanna dance?" clones. They'd be able to converse, to recognize a customer that will be worth the effort versus one who isn't going to open the wallet. To learn how to handle the octopuses versus the shy newbies.
Admission would be nominal since it'd be a working school. The dancing might be a little raw (pun intended).
The problem we see is accreditation. How to convince the State that the school is a good thing.
Deja Vu *is* The Waitresses
Another week, another visit to Deja Vu. This one would be a farewell of sorts for the Dimms. With Lester (moi) off for Thailand and Morley relocating to Asia after my return, this would be our final visit as a duo for quite a long while.
We went with high spirits, figuring that we'd be seeing at least a couple of our favorite waitresses. Arriving at 9:30, we were eager to see Rachel and Gabrielle. We entered...
Two waitresses. Neither are familiar though the one behind the bar gives us a huge smile as if she knows us.
We take our usual seats and the other waitress comes over. She's nice. They all are without exception but I've forgotten her name. A few minutes later the other waitress - the one who smiled at us - comes over and introduces herself: Maria.
Wow! Tremendous personality. Huge smile. Cute too. Maria - Welcome to the Dimm Brothers' Waitress Roster.
We question Maria bout who'd be on the 10 shift change. She wasn't sure except for maybe Lindsay (or is it, Lindsey? He DJV, how about a waitress RTRC sometime!).
10:00 rolls around. Maria goes off shift giving us a loud farewell from across the room. Nice.
In comes the 10:00 shift. Don't recognize her, nor her...is that Gabby? Nope. 4 new faces and 1 more...Lindsay!!!
One of the new girls comes over to check up on us. Sweet smile, super cute, petite. Nice to meet you too Evelyn.
But the burden of keeping the Dimms awash in cola fell to Lindsay and she took on that burden with an electric smile and unmatchable personality. That loud thumping wasn't the bass line of the song playing, that was our hearts pounding every time she walked by and smiled at us.
And when the Waitresss went to clean the stage...of all that is Holy...what a show!!! Lindsay simply climbing and cleaning the poles proved more appealing than the pro pole dancers.
Notice I don't mention the dancers? They were there too but we preferred watching Lindsay do her micro-shimmies. For sheer sexy we watched Lindsay and Evelyn. Sorry dancers. The Waitresses have you beat.
When we left we tipped Lindsay nicely for making our final DJV run memorable.
The DJ Sal was on as always and the dancer TrainWreck was off. OK, we watched her like you watch a bad horror film. You don't wanna but you still do. Like watching the needle go in when getting a shot. you know it's going to hurt but you can't avert your eyes.
Second week in a row the manager came over to see if there was anything we wanted, most likely because we were not watching the stage but searching for the waitresses. Kind of suspicious I guess, two guys looking around the room, casing the joint.
Next time we visit DJV as a duo we want the following Waitresses waiting for us: Lindsay, Rachel, Gabrielle, Mary, Maria, Evelyn...and to them we say: THANK YOU!!!
We went with high spirits, figuring that we'd be seeing at least a couple of our favorite waitresses. Arriving at 9:30, we were eager to see Rachel and Gabrielle. We entered...
Two waitresses. Neither are familiar though the one behind the bar gives us a huge smile as if she knows us.
We take our usual seats and the other waitress comes over. She's nice. They all are without exception but I've forgotten her name. A few minutes later the other waitress - the one who smiled at us - comes over and introduces herself: Maria.
Wow! Tremendous personality. Huge smile. Cute too. Maria - Welcome to the Dimm Brothers' Waitress Roster.
We question Maria bout who'd be on the 10 shift change. She wasn't sure except for maybe Lindsay (or is it, Lindsey? He DJV, how about a waitress RTRC sometime!).
10:00 rolls around. Maria goes off shift giving us a loud farewell from across the room. Nice.
In comes the 10:00 shift. Don't recognize her, nor her...is that Gabby? Nope. 4 new faces and 1 more...Lindsay!!!
One of the new girls comes over to check up on us. Sweet smile, super cute, petite. Nice to meet you too Evelyn.
But the burden of keeping the Dimms awash in cola fell to Lindsay and she took on that burden with an electric smile and unmatchable personality. That loud thumping wasn't the bass line of the song playing, that was our hearts pounding every time she walked by and smiled at us.
And when the Waitresss went to clean the stage...of all that is Holy...what a show!!! Lindsay simply climbing and cleaning the poles proved more appealing than the pro pole dancers.
Notice I don't mention the dancers? They were there too but we preferred watching Lindsay do her micro-shimmies. For sheer sexy we watched Lindsay and Evelyn. Sorry dancers. The Waitresses have you beat.
When we left we tipped Lindsay nicely for making our final DJV run memorable.
The DJ Sal was on as always and the dancer TrainWreck was off. OK, we watched her like you watch a bad horror film. You don't wanna but you still do. Like watching the needle go in when getting a shot. you know it's going to hurt but you can't avert your eyes.
Second week in a row the manager came over to see if there was anything we wanted, most likely because we were not watching the stage but searching for the waitresses. Kind of suspicious I guess, two guys looking around the room, casing the joint.
Next time we visit DJV as a duo we want the following Waitresses waiting for us: Lindsay, Rachel, Gabrielle, Mary, Maria, Evelyn...and to them we say: THANK YOU!!!
Sunday, May 10, 2009
Deja Vu - The Spell Recast
Saturday night.
After Thursdays yawner at DJV we decided to go somewhere else, that we had ignored our duties as benevolent club reviewers too long. With absolutely good intentions we get in the MorleyMobile and head towards the Van Nuys Spearmint Rhino. Time: 9:20.
For whatever reason the traffic on the 101 towards Van Nuys wasn't moving and we're getting antsy. Time: 9:35.
Shit. What are we antsy for?
And it hits us. At DJV the waitresses change at 10:00. We wanted to see which waitresses were going off shift and which were coming on. We figured, saturday night, at least one of our three favorites (Rachel, Gabrielle, or Mary) had to be there.
Screw the 101. We veer on to the 405, blast up to Sherman Way, and scream for traffic to move aside. We were on a mission.
We get there at 9:50 and the place is definitely more lively than it was on Thursday. But first the waitress rolecall:
Mary? Nope.
Rachel? Nada.
Gabrielle? Not in sight.
Uh, oh. Will this be another Thursday? We take our now usual seats off to the side and wait to be served. Wait. Wait. 5 minutes. 10 minutes. Waitresses are around. We can see them. they just never come to our area. 15 minutes. What the hell?!? We both showered this week.
Finally at the 20 minute mark we get helped by...she never said her name...but cute and friendly. Fine, whatever.
We watch the dancers. Hey, unlike Thursday, we can name some of them: HennesseyCharms or maybe it's CharmsHennessey - not too sure. Nikki. Jane. Zoe. Mia.
That's an improvement.
Another waitress comes by to check on us. She looks very familiar. Big smile.
"I'm Mary's cousin." she says.
"Lindsey!" we say in unison.
"Everything OK?" she asks.
"It is now," we reply and it was. She lightened up the evening and helped recast the spell that is DJV. Now we have four favorite waitresses.
Highlights:
Raine should be called Thunder for the electricity she brings. Enough said.
One more thing about Raine...she's exotic looking and it was driving Morley nuts to know where she was from.
Raine: "Fresno."
Yeah, that's pretty exotic.
The Manager came by and introduced himself, letting us know if there was anything we needed. That was a nice appreciated gesture.
No TrainWreck!!!
Lowlights:
We asked the Manager about Never Tame and he said she had injured her side, couldn't dance. We wish her a speedy recovery.
The AC wasn't up to par.
The music was way too loud and added to the heat.
By the time we left at 1:30, DJV was packed and hopping, reminding us again why it's tops in the Valley. But the next time we go out it will be to someplace new. Really.
After Thursdays yawner at DJV we decided to go somewhere else, that we had ignored our duties as benevolent club reviewers too long. With absolutely good intentions we get in the MorleyMobile and head towards the Van Nuys Spearmint Rhino. Time: 9:20.
For whatever reason the traffic on the 101 towards Van Nuys wasn't moving and we're getting antsy. Time: 9:35.
Shit. What are we antsy for?
And it hits us. At DJV the waitresses change at 10:00. We wanted to see which waitresses were going off shift and which were coming on. We figured, saturday night, at least one of our three favorites (Rachel, Gabrielle, or Mary) had to be there.
Screw the 101. We veer on to the 405, blast up to Sherman Way, and scream for traffic to move aside. We were on a mission.
We get there at 9:50 and the place is definitely more lively than it was on Thursday. But first the waitress rolecall:
Mary? Nope.
Rachel? Nada.
Gabrielle? Not in sight.
Uh, oh. Will this be another Thursday? We take our now usual seats off to the side and wait to be served. Wait. Wait. 5 minutes. 10 minutes. Waitresses are around. We can see them. they just never come to our area. 15 minutes. What the hell?!? We both showered this week.
Finally at the 20 minute mark we get helped by...she never said her name...but cute and friendly. Fine, whatever.
We watch the dancers. Hey, unlike Thursday, we can name some of them: HennesseyCharms or maybe it's CharmsHennessey - not too sure. Nikki. Jane. Zoe. Mia.
That's an improvement.
Another waitress comes by to check on us. She looks very familiar. Big smile.
"I'm Mary's cousin." she says.
"Lindsey!" we say in unison.
"Everything OK?" she asks.
"It is now," we reply and it was. She lightened up the evening and helped recast the spell that is DJV. Now we have four favorite waitresses.
Highlights:
Raine: "Fresno."
Yeah, that's pretty exotic.
Lowlights:
By the time we left at 1:30, DJV was packed and hopping, reminding us again why it's tops in the Valley. But the next time we go out it will be to someplace new. Really.
Friday, May 8, 2009
Deja Vu - The Spell Broken
We've waxed poetic about Deja Vu for a couple of months now as we've visited fairly regularly. Thursday night we found ourselves again in our favorite seats. We arrived at 8:45 and left at 9:15.
It just didn't feel right.
We were looking forward to our favorite waitresses - Gabrielle, Rachel, Mary - and to seeing familiar dancers - Never Tame, Schwinn, Hennessey, Jane, heck, even TrainWreck.
But we didn't recognize any one. We sat down and it was a full 10 minutes before a waitress came over. She was friendly enough and very nice looking but not the effusive familiar friendly we were used to and expecting.
The dancers were new and generic - some could dance, others couldn't. No personalities jumped out as us. None were interesting.
Some kudos. We were approached four times and two of the dancers recognized and acknowledged that we weren't as yet interested in dances and so left us. Nicely done.
The situation is, at least speaking for myself and not Morley, that I've been thoroughly spoiled by Never Tame. As I wrote many entries ago, she brought the complete package: dancing, looks, and personality, especially the personality.
She told me that "conversation is connection". Three words, a simple sentence, yet for a dancer it's a motto of gold.
Morley and I sat there wondering why, when the club is half empty, do the girls still do the "Wanna dance?" mantra when with a bit of conversation their odds of rejection would be greatly reduced. What else are they going to do? Why not talk with the customer? Make a connection and that "Wanna dance?" might just get a positive answer.
Yeah, I'm a spoiled S.O.B., P.L., and many other acronyms. But, having seen spectacular and amzing, I have high expectations. Thursday night didn't meet them.
It just didn't feel right.
We were looking forward to our favorite waitresses - Gabrielle, Rachel, Mary - and to seeing familiar dancers - Never Tame, Schwinn, Hennessey, Jane, heck, even TrainWreck.
But we didn't recognize any one. We sat down and it was a full 10 minutes before a waitress came over. She was friendly enough and very nice looking but not the effusive familiar friendly we were used to and expecting.
The dancers were new and generic - some could dance, others couldn't. No personalities jumped out as us. None were interesting.
Some kudos. We were approached four times and two of the dancers recognized and acknowledged that we weren't as yet interested in dances and so left us. Nicely done.
The situation is, at least speaking for myself and not Morley, that I've been thoroughly spoiled by Never Tame. As I wrote many entries ago, she brought the complete package: dancing, looks, and personality, especially the personality.
She told me that "conversation is connection". Three words, a simple sentence, yet for a dancer it's a motto of gold.
Morley and I sat there wondering why, when the club is half empty, do the girls still do the "Wanna dance?" mantra when with a bit of conversation their odds of rejection would be greatly reduced. What else are they going to do? Why not talk with the customer? Make a connection and that "Wanna dance?" might just get a positive answer.
Yeah, I'm a spoiled S.O.B., P.L., and many other acronyms. But, having seen spectacular and amzing, I have high expectations. Thursday night didn't meet them.
Sunday, May 3, 2009
Deja Vu Strangeness
With Morley back in town and a free Saturday night, we decided to get back to business. Sure, we'd end up at Deja Vu but where would we go beforehand? Blue Zebra? Godfathers on Sepulveda?
No, no other place called us. We went to Deja Vu and got there about 8:30. We were among the few guests and even fewer dancers. Strange - no Never Tame, no Charms...wait, Sadie and Nikki were there.
We settled in knowing that things wouldn't pick up until about 10.
10:00. Dead. The DJ kept apologizing for the slowness and offering "free" passes to make up for it. At the roll call there were 5 dancers.
11:00. The place was crowded and the number of dancers increased three-fold. Better but the vibe was way off. We left soon after.
What was strange was the lack of energy. None of the high flyer pole dancers like Never Tame or Schwinn were there to get the audience worked up. Nikki gave it her best shot - three times - but her repertoire isn't the "A" level.
Strange was a new (?) dancer we had not seen before. Watching her "dance" was like watching a slow motion train wreck. Simply, she couldn't dance at all. Zero, nada. Her "routine" consisted of walking slowly around a pole 1 to 3 times then moving to another pole. She walked in a daze and I hazard to guess why.
We couldn't figure out why she:
was working at DJV when her skills weren't up to any standards.
was getting money thrown at her when a dancer like August with slightly higher skills and on-stage persona got zero action.
Yet she was so, say, "inexperienced" you couldn't help but watch.
Strange was a gentleman who sat at the stage front and center with seemingly oodles of money to "rain" on the dancers. Maybe he was a shill but he threw wads of singles - 50 at a time - at about 3, 4 dancers in a row before leaving. One dancer - a pornstar whose name escapes me - received about $300 in flying singles. Morley and I must deeply thank this gentleman for his effusive tossing of bills since quite a few didn't land on the stage and instead landed near us.
No, we didn't take his money. However the waitresses would help pick up these errant solos. The views were most encouraging.
To end the strange, slow night, we have to give a special thanks to two waitresses who made the evening very enjoyable: Rachel and Gabrielle. Thank you and thank you. We've said this before and we stand by what we wrote: the waitresses at Deja Vu are more entertaining than the majority of dancers.
No, no other place called us. We went to Deja Vu and got there about 8:30. We were among the few guests and even fewer dancers. Strange - no Never Tame, no Charms...wait, Sadie and Nikki were there.
We settled in knowing that things wouldn't pick up until about 10.
10:00. Dead. The DJ kept apologizing for the slowness and offering "free" passes to make up for it. At the roll call there were 5 dancers.
11:00. The place was crowded and the number of dancers increased three-fold. Better but the vibe was way off. We left soon after.
What was strange was the lack of energy. None of the high flyer pole dancers like Never Tame or Schwinn were there to get the audience worked up. Nikki gave it her best shot - three times - but her repertoire isn't the "A" level.
Strange was a new (?) dancer we had not seen before. Watching her "dance" was like watching a slow motion train wreck. Simply, she couldn't dance at all. Zero, nada. Her "routine" consisted of walking slowly around a pole 1 to 3 times then moving to another pole. She walked in a daze and I hazard to guess why.
We couldn't figure out why she:
Yet she was so, say, "inexperienced" you couldn't help but watch.
Strange was a gentleman who sat at the stage front and center with seemingly oodles of money to "rain" on the dancers. Maybe he was a shill but he threw wads of singles - 50 at a time - at about 3, 4 dancers in a row before leaving. One dancer - a pornstar whose name escapes me - received about $300 in flying singles. Morley and I must deeply thank this gentleman for his effusive tossing of bills since quite a few didn't land on the stage and instead landed near us.
No, we didn't take his money. However the waitresses would help pick up these errant solos. The views were most encouraging.
To end the strange, slow night, we have to give a special thanks to two waitresses who made the evening very enjoyable: Rachel and Gabrielle. Thank you and thank you. We've said this before and we stand by what we wrote: the waitresses at Deja Vu are more entertaining than the majority of dancers.
Sunday, April 26, 2009
Are you Dimm? Guest Reviewers Invited.
Want to be a guest reviewer? We realize that time is short and the clubs are many. We just can't visit them all.
So help us out. Write something and send it to us. What we're looking for are reviews that are constructive and fair. Meaning don't trash a place thinking that's a review. What makes a place need improvement? What does the club do right? When were you there? What time of day?
In reviewing the girls, we'll tend to mention names when there's positive things to say but not so much when negative.
Write something and send it to: dimmbros@gmail.com
We'll review it, make any corrections, and post it, giving you proper credit. C'mon, have some fun.
So help us out. Write something and send it to us. What we're looking for are reviews that are constructive and fair. Meaning don't trash a place thinking that's a review. What makes a place need improvement? What does the club do right? When were you there? What time of day?
In reviewing the girls, we'll tend to mention names when there's positive things to say but not so much when negative.
Write something and send it to: dimmbros@gmail.com
We'll review it, make any corrections, and post it, giving you proper credit. C'mon, have some fun.
Saturday, April 18, 2009
DJVNH - Up and Down
When is a trip to Deja Vu (North Hollywood) a disappointment and not a disappointment. Well, it's a disappointment when your favorite dancer isn't there, which, in my case, was Never Tame. She was out.
It's not a disappointment solely because of the waitresses. They are shining stars.
With Brother Morley off on business somewhere not here, Brother Randolph bravely volunteered to stand in his place. We went to DJV at 9:00 and found it rather sedate, somewhat empty. I figured something was amiss with Never Tame as usually she greets me at some point. Sure, she may have been busy with a customer, but it felt like she wasn't there.
Maybe, I deluded myself into thinking, she was skipping the slow period and showing up later for the more active period starting at 10. Sure, that's it. Randolph wasn't buying it. "She ain't showing, dude!" he kept saying about every 5 minutes.
He had enough at about 9:45 and left. I decided to tough it out a bit longer and see if there were any new faces for the 10:00 shift, plus I enjoyed watching the waitresses.
So here's the situation: solo guy, fairly harmless looking, watching with a bemused smile. I should have been approached by every dancer. No Morley or Randolph to run interference. Cannon fodder, Ladies. A PL but a nice PL. Come and work your magic.
I was approached 3 times. Charms checked up on me but didn't really converse. The other two were of the "Wanna dance?" variety. That's why I appreciate Never Tame. She can freaking converse! You wanna dance? She'll give you a dance until you're screaming for mercy but she can talk too, with intelligence and wit. That's why she's STILL firmly number one. She's got game.
"Wanna dance?" Give me an effing break. How can you connect with that? My wallet stayed safely closed.
It's not a disappointment solely because of the waitresses. They are shining stars.
With Brother Morley off on business somewhere not here, Brother Randolph bravely volunteered to stand in his place. We went to DJV at 9:00 and found it rather sedate, somewhat empty. I figured something was amiss with Never Tame as usually she greets me at some point. Sure, she may have been busy with a customer, but it felt like she wasn't there.
Maybe, I deluded myself into thinking, she was skipping the slow period and showing up later for the more active period starting at 10. Sure, that's it. Randolph wasn't buying it. "She ain't showing, dude!" he kept saying about every 5 minutes.
He had enough at about 9:45 and left. I decided to tough it out a bit longer and see if there were any new faces for the 10:00 shift, plus I enjoyed watching the waitresses.
So here's the situation: solo guy, fairly harmless looking, watching with a bemused smile. I should have been approached by every dancer. No Morley or Randolph to run interference. Cannon fodder, Ladies. A PL but a nice PL. Come and work your magic.
I was approached 3 times. Charms checked up on me but didn't really converse. The other two were of the "Wanna dance?" variety. That's why I appreciate Never Tame. She can freaking converse! You wanna dance? She'll give you a dance until you're screaming for mercy but she can talk too, with intelligence and wit. That's why she's STILL firmly number one. She's got game.
"Wanna dance?" Give me an effing break. How can you connect with that? My wallet stayed safely closed.
Sunday, March 29, 2009
VIP Showgirls and DJVNH
Why do we torture ourselves? Why do we bother going to other clubs when we know damn well Deja Vu (North Hollywood) is THE hottest club in the freaking Valley? Why? Because we're Dimm, that's why. If we had any brain matter, we'd be the Bright Brothers.
We went to VIP Showgirls on Victory (at Laurel Canyon) a little too early, about 7:00. We were the audience. Two of us. Four dancers. The first girl danced but we couldn't see anything because the strobe lights were too pulsating. We thought we would have strokes from them. Morley here!! Gosh Les, I thought she might have been cute but even with clean glasses, I could not see her. I agree that she was friendly but unfortunately she had no game. When asked how much a half hour was, she replied she did not know because she never had done one!!!??? After her dance she came and sat with us, made her obligatory offer which we politely refused. After all, we just go there.
But kudos to her, she stayed and talked with us for about 1/2 hour. Why not? What else is she going to do? This should be a common sense rule for the dancers. If things are slow, talk to whatever customers are there. If you build up a little rapport, good things may happen.
She stayed, she talked, told us that things were pretty dead until maybe eleven. She also mentioned that because it had been so dead lately that many of the eight o'clock shift tended to show up at eleven even though they'd be docked for being late. That told us that when her shift ended before eight, that there's a good chance there wouldn't be any dancers. She also said that many people ended up going to DJVNH. That was the hot spot.
The music was too loud. DJs take note. If you have little or no audience, tone the music way down.Morley adds, hey dj figure out how to work the speakers. The one over our head was on full blast for awhile and then turned off. Hmm, maybe it was broken and since you have no customers, no one could tell you.
The room was nice - large stage, tables set fairly far apart. It was just DOA so we left.
Deja Vu (North Hollywood) like all the previous times was somewhat empty when we got there. Yay, as we got "our table". We were greeted by our favorite dancer NeverTame, who was in turn greeted by a club connoisseur like us. Porker, if you read this, drop us a line. It was great talking with you. You've made compelling arguments about a COI run.Morley says: I agree with Lester. It was a pleasure to talk to you. Let's do a COI run sometime.
Also, we have to applaud the DJ Sal. He had the music hitting just right - good mix, right rhythms.This guy is good. He really appreciates it when customers praise his work. Well Sal,you were on last night.
We had a great time yet the night was strange. The place was packed but with sealed wallet lookie-loos. The girls seemed very frustrated. No one was buying. They ran special after special but no action. They tried a bizarre poker concept - buy dances, get a card. Person with the best poker hand at the end wins prizes. It didn't click with us and we suspect many of the girls weren't too into it either. [Hey, how about having the girls arm wrestle? $10 on NeverTame to win it all!] When we left at 12:30 there was a huge line waiting to get in. Maybe that picked things up.
It seems like every time we visit there's girls we hadn't seen before. I must mention Schwinn, whose pole dancing was magnificent, arguably better than NeverTame. Yet where a dancer like NeverTame rises above is that NeverTame dances for the audience. Schwinn seemed like she danced for herself, kind of removed from us. She was still very entertaining to watch, though her walking around with a pacifier was a tad disturbing.You know, usually I agree with everything Lester writes but dude. Yes she can pole dance but she needs to remember why she is there. She is not there to act like she owns the club and is the only one there. Only once did I see her attempt to approach a customer. When she danced, I saw $2 on the stage at the end.
Get a clue. Maybe she is in a situation where she does not need the money and only wants some of the other girls to watch her (whoops, did I say that?).
Another dancer who I will not name committed, we feel, a cardinal stripper rule. When on stage and customers (in this case including Morley and myself) drop a few bills, it's a clue that perhaps you should pay them a visit after your routine. She did. She visited me and asked about a dance, which I refused, suggesting to her that perhaps she should ask Morley. She didn't. She walked away to talk with her girlfriends. Later, when she was up on stage again, Morley went up and tipped her. After her dance, nothing. She didn't come by to ask Morley or any of the other tippers about a dance. Hey girl, you could have made a little more money if you'd worked those that tipped you. Those were your best odds of a dance customers. Yes, I agree Lester. This girl has a smoking body along with the seductive looks of an Asian (?), I was very enthralled. But wait a minute, am I supposed to chase her around the club interrupting her chats with a couple of the other girls? I thought that was her job. Yes, I was somewhat disappointed but by the end of the night, who cares. Why, you say? Because Lester and I were discussing the beauty of another girl when she noticed us looking at her. She walked over and sat down with us, asking if we were talking about her. Well, yes we were. This girl was absolutely beautiful with eyes that lock you in immediately. She had no problem with making eye contact. One cannot overlook her amazing body but her beauty stands out among the other girls. Guys, she is definitely not "plain."
Who wasn't there to Morley's great disappointment was his favorite waitress but the other waitresses were so pleasant that by the time we left, he was almost back to normal. Yeah, the waitresses at DJVNH are spectacular and more fun to watch than many of the dancers. Lester, I was disappointed but again you were right. Her cousin and the other girls were pleasant and very entertaining.
The Dimms will be on hiatus for about a month as Morley has business. When he returns, we'll have more tales.Ah Lester, you want to live your life vicariously through mine. Ok, I will try to live up to expectations!!
We went to VIP Showgirls on Victory (at Laurel Canyon) a little too early, about 7:00. We were the audience. Two of us. Four dancers. The first girl danced but we couldn't see anything because the strobe lights were too pulsating. We thought we would have strokes from them. Morley here!! Gosh Les, I thought she might have been cute but even with clean glasses, I could not see her. I agree that she was friendly but unfortunately she had no game. When asked how much a half hour was, she replied she did not know because she never had done one!!!??? After her dance she came and sat with us, made her obligatory offer which we politely refused. After all, we just go there.
But kudos to her, she stayed and talked with us for about 1/2 hour. Why not? What else is she going to do? This should be a common sense rule for the dancers. If things are slow, talk to whatever customers are there. If you build up a little rapport, good things may happen.
She stayed, she talked, told us that things were pretty dead until maybe eleven. She also mentioned that because it had been so dead lately that many of the eight o'clock shift tended to show up at eleven even though they'd be docked for being late. That told us that when her shift ended before eight, that there's a good chance there wouldn't be any dancers. She also said that many people ended up going to DJVNH. That was the hot spot.
The music was too loud. DJs take note. If you have little or no audience, tone the music way down.Morley adds, hey dj figure out how to work the speakers. The one over our head was on full blast for awhile and then turned off. Hmm, maybe it was broken and since you have no customers, no one could tell you.
The room was nice - large stage, tables set fairly far apart. It was just DOA so we left.
Deja Vu (North Hollywood) like all the previous times was somewhat empty when we got there. Yay, as we got "our table". We were greeted by our favorite dancer NeverTame, who was in turn greeted by a club connoisseur like us. Porker, if you read this, drop us a line. It was great talking with you. You've made compelling arguments about a COI run.Morley says: I agree with Lester. It was a pleasure to talk to you. Let's do a COI run sometime.
Also, we have to applaud the DJ Sal. He had the music hitting just right - good mix, right rhythms.This guy is good. He really appreciates it when customers praise his work. Well Sal,you were on last night.
We had a great time yet the night was strange. The place was packed but with sealed wallet lookie-loos. The girls seemed very frustrated. No one was buying. They ran special after special but no action. They tried a bizarre poker concept - buy dances, get a card. Person with the best poker hand at the end wins prizes. It didn't click with us and we suspect many of the girls weren't too into it either. [Hey, how about having the girls arm wrestle? $10 on NeverTame to win it all!] When we left at 12:30 there was a huge line waiting to get in. Maybe that picked things up.
It seems like every time we visit there's girls we hadn't seen before. I must mention Schwinn, whose pole dancing was magnificent, arguably better than NeverTame. Yet where a dancer like NeverTame rises above is that NeverTame dances for the audience. Schwinn seemed like she danced for herself, kind of removed from us. She was still very entertaining to watch, though her walking around with a pacifier was a tad disturbing.You know, usually I agree with everything Lester writes but dude. Yes she can pole dance but she needs to remember why she is there. She is not there to act like she owns the club and is the only one there. Only once did I see her attempt to approach a customer. When she danced, I saw $2 on the stage at the end.
Get a clue. Maybe she is in a situation where she does not need the money and only wants some of the other girls to watch her (whoops, did I say that?).
Another dancer who I will not name committed, we feel, a cardinal stripper rule. When on stage and customers (in this case including Morley and myself) drop a few bills, it's a clue that perhaps you should pay them a visit after your routine. She did. She visited me and asked about a dance, which I refused, suggesting to her that perhaps she should ask Morley. She didn't. She walked away to talk with her girlfriends. Later, when she was up on stage again, Morley went up and tipped her. After her dance, nothing. She didn't come by to ask Morley or any of the other tippers about a dance. Hey girl, you could have made a little more money if you'd worked those that tipped you. Those were your best odds of a dance customers. Yes, I agree Lester. This girl has a smoking body along with the seductive looks of an Asian (?), I was very enthralled. But wait a minute, am I supposed to chase her around the club interrupting her chats with a couple of the other girls? I thought that was her job. Yes, I was somewhat disappointed but by the end of the night, who cares. Why, you say? Because Lester and I were discussing the beauty of another girl when she noticed us looking at her. She walked over and sat down with us, asking if we were talking about her. Well, yes we were. This girl was absolutely beautiful with eyes that lock you in immediately. She had no problem with making eye contact. One cannot overlook her amazing body but her beauty stands out among the other girls. Guys, she is definitely not "plain."
Who wasn't there to Morley's great disappointment was his favorite waitress but the other waitresses were so pleasant that by the time we left, he was almost back to normal. Yeah, the waitresses at DJVNH are spectacular and more fun to watch than many of the dancers. Lester, I was disappointed but again you were right. Her cousin and the other girls were pleasant and very entertaining.
The Dimms will be on hiatus for about a month as Morley has business. When he returns, we'll have more tales.Ah Lester, you want to live your life vicariously through mine. Ok, I will try to live up to expectations!!
Sunday, March 22, 2009
Bare Elegance and Back to Deja Vu
Bare Elegance and Back to Deja Vu.
There's a simple pattern forming. Morley and I go out to a club other than Deja Vu (North Hollywood), get bored, and end at Deja Vu. We'll admit our review process is a bit biased because we're visiting the unreviewed clubs before peak times. However, we feel that we're still able to get a sense of the ambience and quality of the place.
For example, this week we went to Bare Elegance (formerly Valley Ball Cabaret) on Sepulveda in the Valley. We got there about 7 and we made up half the audience. OK. We counted five girls working.
It'd be too easy to immediately trash review the place but instead I'm going to give the girls some props. Sure, they sported a variety of tattoos but bless them they didn't zombie their way through songs and worse for them they were competing with the NCAA tournament on the telly. When they came around they were polite, cute even, but not conversationalists. At least, not with us. With such a small audience they should have tried.
The DJ was somewhat clueless with the music and stage directions, calling out specials when really why bother? There were only four of us. The music was a bit too loud. The stage lighting was a tad too dark
We left and likely won't return anytime soon.
Back to our favorite haunt, to our...OK, my favorite dancer Never Tame. Morley found himself fixated on one of the waitresses and rightly so. The waitresses at DJV are something else. They are easily as sexy and, when cleaning the stage, entertaining as most of the dancers. They're soooo nice.
Watching Never Tame again (and again) I realized that part of her magic, in addition to her tremendous personality, is that she's one hell of a dancer. She dances to and interprets the music. I've yet see her repeat a dance. Each one has been different.
Morley and I both found ourselves intrigued by Hennessy, a rather exotic-looking Indian (?) dancer with a fantastic body. However, we never saw her on the floor asking about dances.
Another week and DJV continues to reign.
There's a simple pattern forming. Morley and I go out to a club other than Deja Vu (North Hollywood), get bored, and end at Deja Vu. We'll admit our review process is a bit biased because we're visiting the unreviewed clubs before peak times. However, we feel that we're still able to get a sense of the ambience and quality of the place.
For example, this week we went to Bare Elegance (formerly Valley Ball Cabaret) on Sepulveda in the Valley. We got there about 7 and we made up half the audience. OK. We counted five girls working.
It'd be too easy to immediately trash review the place but instead I'm going to give the girls some props. Sure, they sported a variety of tattoos but bless them they didn't zombie their way through songs and worse for them they were competing with the NCAA tournament on the telly. When they came around they were polite, cute even, but not conversationalists. At least, not with us. With such a small audience they should have tried.
The DJ was somewhat clueless with the music and stage directions, calling out specials when really why bother? There were only four of us. The music was a bit too loud. The stage lighting was a tad too dark
We left and likely won't return anytime soon.
Back to our favorite haunt, to our...OK, my favorite dancer Never Tame. Morley found himself fixated on one of the waitresses and rightly so. The waitresses at DJV are something else. They are easily as sexy and, when cleaning the stage, entertaining as most of the dancers. They're soooo nice.
Watching Never Tame again (and again) I realized that part of her magic, in addition to her tremendous personality, is that she's one hell of a dancer. She dances to and interprets the music. I've yet see her repeat a dance. Each one has been different.
Morley and I both found ourselves intrigued by Hennessy, a rather exotic-looking Indian (?) dancer with a fantastic body. However, we never saw her on the floor asking about dances.
Another week and DJV continues to reign.
Sunday, March 15, 2009
Eros Station, Spearmint Rhino (Van Nuys), and Deja Vu (again)
With Morley available again for our business of reviewing adult establishments, we faced out first dilemma: Where to this time? After much heated debate we decided, on the basis of having a free entry coupon, to go to the Spearmint Rhino in Van Nuys Oxnard near Sepulveda). To make it a double-header (no pun intended), we decided to also pay a visit to Eros Station a few blocks away (Oxnard, closer to Sepulveda).
Eros Station
This place is a video store in front and a "lingerie modeling" studio in back. When we entered there were maybe 3 customers in the front and none in back as we could tell. The video part of the store is nothing special. It couldn't compare to a real video store, like 20/20 up on Sepulveda at Victory. Turth be told, we weren't there for the videos anyway. We were interested in the "lingerie modeling" and inquired about such.
In back we found 3 women - 2 sitting on couches and one working on a computer. The 2 sitting looked bored, very bored. I asked one who looked a tad like a crack whore what was the deal. She said they would basically model lingerie while I pleasured myself. No touching of the models. The cost? The cheapest entry was $30 for 10 minutes but it was really double that as you had to pay the house $30 and tip the model $30. At the other end of price was an hour for, like $100, but double that for the real cost.
No touching the models? Pleasure myself? No thanks. I could do better with a bottle of olive oil and an adult DVD. Maybe you could work a deal with the girls to allow some touching but we didn't want to find out.
We left and walked the few blocks to...
Spearmint Rhino
We were nervous. Would this place usurp Deja Vu as our number one? Would we meet a dancer somehow more amazing than our number one in NeverTame?
Our coupons got us in for free. Good start. We entered into a room with a fairly large main stage horseshoed by chairs, plus a "bar" (no alcohol) / stage. Semi-private areas ringed the perimeter.
There were 2 other customers in the audience. More at the bar. We sat down and waited.
And waited.
5 minutes. No waitress. No girls asking if we wanted a lap dance.
The DJ was nicely subdued. The girl dancing looked bored but no tattoos. The lighting wasn't strobe but it kept moving and was most annoying.
A waitress finally approached and we ordered our drinks. $5 each - very reasonable.
Another dancer. Nice body, no tattoos.
Then she came out. A blonde with a smoking-hot body. Unbelievably hot. She came over to Morley...
"Wanna dance?" Morley politely declined and that was it. She didn't approach me, didn't attempt small talk. Awesome looking girl ruined by a complete lack of game. She sat behind us and noisily chewed her gum. About ten minutes later, she approached me and asked about a dance. No thanks.
We lasted about an hour before serious boredom set in. With one exception, none of the girls had any game. Most looked very bored or hung around with their regulars at the bar. The one exception was a Columbian girl named Danni who actually talked to Morley for a good 5 minutes before asking about a dance.
Pros:
Relatively sedate atmosphere
Few niche dancers or dancers with tattoos
Fairly priced
DJ blended in the background
We weren't approached every minute for lap dances
Cons:
Most girls couldn't dance
Most girls had no game
Booooring, on a Saturday night no less!
One incident summarizes the evening: One of the dancers was zombieing her way through her routine when she reached down to the floor and then held up her finger. Obviously the floor was wet or sticky. She stopped "dancing" and went over towards the DJ...
Dancer: "Hey, I can't dance. The floor's disgusting."
DJ: "That's your problem."
So she left the stage. A couple of minutes later the stage lights went out and, in the dark, she came out with towels and cleaner. At this point us Dimms were feeling really dim. We kept saying "At Deja Vu this (cleaning) would be part of the show". In fact, we kept comparing everything at the Rhino to Deja Vu and how much better things were done at the Vu. So off we went to our current number one spot...
Deja Vu (NoHo)
If we were nervous before going to the Rhino, we were more nervous entering Deja Vu. Would NeverTame remember us from weeks past?
We paid our $10 for the mandatory drink/admission, went through the turnstile, turned left, and heard a shriek. NeverTame was right there. She smiled at us, flew over, and gave us a big hug, both of us simultaneously, NeverTame style.
And that was it for the next 3 hours. We settled in chairs near the stage, chatted with the girls particularly NeverTame and one of the waitresses, and had a great time. The place was rocking, the DJ not so condescending, NeverTame again ruled the pole dancing (though we noticed a couple of the other girls upped their pole game), the waitresses made a great show of cleaning the stage.
There was one bachelor and one birthday girl who got rocked and rolled on stage.
Sydney made a valiant attempt to get a lap dance from us, not taking "No thanks!" for an answer. Only when we mentioned we were loyal to NT did she leave us alone. Same with Charms. She left me alone after I said I was an NT devotee. In fact, we were pretty much left alone. Maybe word got around we were firm in the NT camp.
In all, it felt comfortable and relaxing. We're thinking DJV may become the official Dimm hangout.
So, to summarize, Eros Station is best avoided unles you like getting your rocks off in front of untouchable dancers. Spearmint Rhino must be better if you're a regular but we were too bored. No way would we become regulars. The North Hollywood Deja Vu still reigns as the best Valley entertainment and NeverTame still reigns as the most skilled, most personable, complete dancer.
Eros Station
This place is a video store in front and a "lingerie modeling" studio in back. When we entered there were maybe 3 customers in the front and none in back as we could tell. The video part of the store is nothing special. It couldn't compare to a real video store, like 20/20 up on Sepulveda at Victory. Turth be told, we weren't there for the videos anyway. We were interested in the "lingerie modeling" and inquired about such.
In back we found 3 women - 2 sitting on couches and one working on a computer. The 2 sitting looked bored, very bored. I asked one who looked a tad like a crack whore what was the deal. She said they would basically model lingerie while I pleasured myself. No touching of the models. The cost? The cheapest entry was $30 for 10 minutes but it was really double that as you had to pay the house $30 and tip the model $30. At the other end of price was an hour for, like $100, but double that for the real cost.
No touching the models? Pleasure myself? No thanks. I could do better with a bottle of olive oil and an adult DVD. Maybe you could work a deal with the girls to allow some touching but we didn't want to find out.
We left and walked the few blocks to...
Spearmint Rhino
We were nervous. Would this place usurp Deja Vu as our number one? Would we meet a dancer somehow more amazing than our number one in NeverTame?
Our coupons got us in for free. Good start. We entered into a room with a fairly large main stage horseshoed by chairs, plus a "bar" (no alcohol) / stage. Semi-private areas ringed the perimeter.
There were 2 other customers in the audience. More at the bar. We sat down and waited.
And waited.
5 minutes. No waitress. No girls asking if we wanted a lap dance.
The DJ was nicely subdued. The girl dancing looked bored but no tattoos. The lighting wasn't strobe but it kept moving and was most annoying.
A waitress finally approached and we ordered our drinks. $5 each - very reasonable.
Another dancer. Nice body, no tattoos.
Then she came out. A blonde with a smoking-hot body. Unbelievably hot. She came over to Morley...
"Wanna dance?" Morley politely declined and that was it. She didn't approach me, didn't attempt small talk. Awesome looking girl ruined by a complete lack of game. She sat behind us and noisily chewed her gum. About ten minutes later, she approached me and asked about a dance. No thanks.
We lasted about an hour before serious boredom set in. With one exception, none of the girls had any game. Most looked very bored or hung around with their regulars at the bar. The one exception was a Columbian girl named Danni who actually talked to Morley for a good 5 minutes before asking about a dance.
Pros:
Cons:
One incident summarizes the evening: One of the dancers was zombieing her way through her routine when she reached down to the floor and then held up her finger. Obviously the floor was wet or sticky. She stopped "dancing" and went over towards the DJ...
Dancer: "Hey, I can't dance. The floor's disgusting."
DJ: "That's your problem."
So she left the stage. A couple of minutes later the stage lights went out and, in the dark, she came out with towels and cleaner. At this point us Dimms were feeling really dim. We kept saying "At Deja Vu this (cleaning) would be part of the show". In fact, we kept comparing everything at the Rhino to Deja Vu and how much better things were done at the Vu. So off we went to our current number one spot...
Deja Vu (NoHo)
If we were nervous before going to the Rhino, we were more nervous entering Deja Vu. Would NeverTame remember us from weeks past?
We paid our $10 for the mandatory drink/admission, went through the turnstile, turned left, and heard a shriek. NeverTame was right there. She smiled at us, flew over, and gave us a big hug, both of us simultaneously, NeverTame style.
And that was it for the next 3 hours. We settled in chairs near the stage, chatted with the girls particularly NeverTame and one of the waitresses, and had a great time. The place was rocking, the DJ not so condescending, NeverTame again ruled the pole dancing (though we noticed a couple of the other girls upped their pole game), the waitresses made a great show of cleaning the stage.
There was one bachelor and one birthday girl who got rocked and rolled on stage.
Sydney made a valiant attempt to get a lap dance from us, not taking "No thanks!" for an answer. Only when we mentioned we were loyal to NT did she leave us alone. Same with Charms. She left me alone after I said I was an NT devotee. In fact, we were pretty much left alone. Maybe word got around we were firm in the NT camp.
In all, it felt comfortable and relaxing. We're thinking DJV may become the official Dimm hangout.
So, to summarize, Eros Station is best avoided unles you like getting your rocks off in front of untouchable dancers. Spearmint Rhino must be better if you're a regular but we were too bored. No way would we become regulars. The North Hollywood Deja Vu still reigns as the best Valley entertainment and NeverTame still reigns as the most skilled, most personable, complete dancer.
Saturday, February 28, 2009
Deja Vu Waitresses
My mind is has gone. Brother Randolph reminded me that I forgot to mention the waitresses at Deja Vu last weekend. They don't "perform" except when they're cleaning the stage. Hot is a nice term.
They didn't strip yet still had some guys dropping bills.
The blond with two pigtails was stunning.
Due to Morley recovering from an illness we won't likely be reviewing any place this coming weekend. Then again, who knows.
They didn't strip yet still had some guys dropping bills.
The blond with two pigtails was stunning.
Due to Morley recovering from an illness we won't likely be reviewing any place this coming weekend. Then again, who knows.
Sunday, February 22, 2009
Club Fantasy vs Deja Vu: A Head-to-Head Comparison (Figuratively Speaking)
Here's was the plan: Morley, Randolph, and I would head to Downtown L.A., get some grub, go to Club Fantasy for a bit, then end up at Deja Vu. Morley and I had been preaching the Never Tame Gospel to Randolph and we had to back up our talk.
Got to downtown and ate at Sam Woo's in Chinatown. With full stomach we were ready for an evening of "research". I mean this was it. Club Fantasy was where I saw (damn, what was her name?), let's call her Tia. Oh, she of the perfect 10 body and face. Tia versus Never Tame.
We get to Club Fantasy about 6:30...and where's the coroner? It was dead. About 5-6 girls sitting, none of them Tia, none of them near the quality of Tia. About 5-6 guys standing around but can you blame them? Where's the choice? We stand around about 15 minutes before Randolph chooses a girl and goes to the dance floor. Morley and I stand there thinking: "Why are the girls sitting there? Work the room! If Never Tame were here..."
When Randolph returned after 45 minutes, two more girls had appeared who were respectable. Morley and I likely would have asked them if they'd shown 45 minutes earlier. But we had a schedule dammit. Farewell Club Fantasy and honestly it's perhaps better that Tia wasn't there.
The Club Fantasy girls in some ways is more dangerous than the Deja Vu girls. Sure, from a strictly monetary perspective, Club Fantasy is a better deal. $30 an hour is freaking unbeatable and if you want a long evening of intimate contact, there you go.
It's the intimate contact that's dangerous. It's not intimate like with Never Tame but let me explain. With a girl like Tia who is, shall we say, debateably an American, you hear her story. Her family, where she's from, and how she's hoping to have relatives visit if she only had the money...American Guy to the rescue! Here, bring your sister to the Mighty U.S., get your kid(s) presents, blah, blah, blah.
It's a shallow and dangerous involvement.
But enough about Club Fantasy. I'm over it. We left for Deja Vu and a re-visit with Never Tame.
(There starts the heart palpitations.)
Morley and I arrived before Randolph. We walk in right during a Never Tame dance. We sit down front row (of course!). She gave us the biggest smile and greeting from across the stage. It truly warmed our hearts (I was going to say hearts and cockles but that's so cliche).
Randolph showed and, OK, wasn't as taken with her as much as Morley and myself. He was fixated with August, a Latina porn star who was there. That's fine, that gave Morley and myself more Never Tame time.
We weren't disappointed. Everything I wrote about her the first time still held true. She was just as captivating, fascinating, and fun as the previous visit. We've seen her through three dances now and they were each different, yet still amazing, exciting, and heart-stopping. I know I was afraid. One mistake and she'd be hurt.
Hmmm.
"Dr. Dimm to the stage! Dr. Dimm to the stage!"
"Hold on Never Tame. I'll do mouth-to-mouth..."
Sorry, momentary aside.
Randolph had to leave early but Morley and I enjoyed talking with Never Tame, hearing her stories. Never Tame is truly someone special with a mind-blowing combination of intelligence, beauty, personality, charisma.
And unhappy. I said in my previous review that she looked like Jessica Biel. She was fine with that. But, having another chance to stare, I thought she looked more like Annie Lennox. To Morley and myself, that's a Major Compliment but Never Tame didn't like that. Mea culpa, Never Tame, mea culpa. Don't hold it against me. On the other hand.
An aside: The DJ was much better this time around. No crude language. Nice. Also, it turns out they do have a strobe but use it very rarely, usually (according to NT) on an obnoxious dancer. It's blinding though.
Another aside and this says a lot: Every dancer except Never Tame had the horseshoe of chairs around the stage pretty empty, even August the ex-porn star. Never Tame not only had them filled but the had the stage covered with money. Nuff said.
Why the hell are you still reading this? Go see her. Say you read about her on the Dimm Brothers page.
Got to downtown and ate at Sam Woo's in Chinatown. With full stomach we were ready for an evening of "research". I mean this was it. Club Fantasy was where I saw (damn, what was her name?), let's call her Tia. Oh, she of the perfect 10 body and face. Tia versus Never Tame.
We get to Club Fantasy about 6:30...and where's the coroner? It was dead. About 5-6 girls sitting, none of them Tia, none of them near the quality of Tia. About 5-6 guys standing around but can you blame them? Where's the choice? We stand around about 15 minutes before Randolph chooses a girl and goes to the dance floor. Morley and I stand there thinking: "Why are the girls sitting there? Work the room! If Never Tame were here..."
When Randolph returned after 45 minutes, two more girls had appeared who were respectable. Morley and I likely would have asked them if they'd shown 45 minutes earlier. But we had a schedule dammit. Farewell Club Fantasy and honestly it's perhaps better that Tia wasn't there.
The Club Fantasy girls in some ways is more dangerous than the Deja Vu girls. Sure, from a strictly monetary perspective, Club Fantasy is a better deal. $30 an hour is freaking unbeatable and if you want a long evening of intimate contact, there you go.
It's the intimate contact that's dangerous. It's not intimate like with Never Tame but let me explain. With a girl like Tia who is, shall we say, debateably an American, you hear her story. Her family, where she's from, and how she's hoping to have relatives visit if she only had the money...American Guy to the rescue! Here, bring your sister to the Mighty U.S., get your kid(s) presents, blah, blah, blah.
It's a shallow and dangerous involvement.
But enough about Club Fantasy. I'm over it. We left for Deja Vu and a re-visit with Never Tame.
(There starts the heart palpitations.)
Morley and I arrived before Randolph. We walk in right during a Never Tame dance. We sit down front row (of course!). She gave us the biggest smile and greeting from across the stage. It truly warmed our hearts (I was going to say hearts and cockles but that's so cliche).
Randolph showed and, OK, wasn't as taken with her as much as Morley and myself. He was fixated with August, a Latina porn star who was there. That's fine, that gave Morley and myself more Never Tame time.
We weren't disappointed. Everything I wrote about her the first time still held true. She was just as captivating, fascinating, and fun as the previous visit. We've seen her through three dances now and they were each different, yet still amazing, exciting, and heart-stopping. I know I was afraid. One mistake and she'd be hurt.
Hmmm.
"Dr. Dimm to the stage! Dr. Dimm to the stage!"
"Hold on Never Tame. I'll do mouth-to-mouth..."
Sorry, momentary aside.
Randolph had to leave early but Morley and I enjoyed talking with Never Tame, hearing her stories. Never Tame is truly someone special with a mind-blowing combination of intelligence, beauty, personality, charisma.
And unhappy. I said in my previous review that she looked like Jessica Biel. She was fine with that. But, having another chance to stare, I thought she looked more like Annie Lennox. To Morley and myself, that's a Major Compliment but Never Tame didn't like that. Mea culpa, Never Tame, mea culpa. Don't hold it against me. On the other hand.
An aside: The DJ was much better this time around. No crude language. Nice. Also, it turns out they do have a strobe but use it very rarely, usually (according to NT) on an obnoxious dancer. It's blinding though.
Another aside and this says a lot: Every dancer except Never Tame had the horseshoe of chairs around the stage pretty empty, even August the ex-porn star. Never Tame not only had them filled but the had the stage covered with money. Nuff said.
Why the hell are you still reading this? Go see her. Say you read about her on the Dimm Brothers page.
Sunday, February 15, 2009
Deja Vu *is* Never Tame
Morley and I had an unexpected free night so what to do? Downtown L.A. to 4th and Hill? As much fun as Club Fantasy was and same for Desire, we knew that business demanded we visit someplace different. So cheap bastards us, we perused the LA Weekly and chose for no particular reason other than a freebie entrance coupon to visit Deja Vu in Van Nuys (Raymer at Coldwater Canyon).
Frankly we had low hopes because of the service we had at Desire, the fun we had at Club Fantasy, and our own experience that club chains are usually ripoffs. A strip joint usually means sitting, conserving your cash, fending off the persistent plea of "wanna lapdance?", looking for that one special dancer...
Well, Folks, it's over. While Deja Vu was frankly nothing special...
Good:
The folks manning the outside were friendly.
The waitresses were also friendly and conveniently doubled as ATMs.
The room was like Desire - one big stage with rows of comfortable chairs horseshoeing around it.
DJ played a nice mix of music.
No strobe.
Just a couple of "niche" dancers. In fact, most were rather cute.
Place got hopping as the night went on.
Minimal tattoos. The only over-tattoed woman there was a waitress.
Bad:
DJ was too street in talk. It sounded rather demeaning and ruined the class.
The music did get louder as the night progressed.
...it's over for one reason, that one special dancer. She calls herself "Never Tame". She has "It" - the presence, the poise. She's, well, not button cute or drop-dead gorgeous but eerily captivating and definitely pretty with amazing challenging eyes.
We have a game. We like to stare at dancers when they're doing their routine just to mess with them. They're trying to get us to look at their bodies and our game is to stare at their eyes. It's unnerved quite a few dancers.
"Never Tame" called us out. She had Morley hooked when she asked him why he wouldn't look at her eyes. Whoa-effing-A! He hadn't and she got him.
Presence. She has it.
Poise. She has that too.
Personality. She played us both like it's nothing to her. She gave us sass backed with intelligence. That's a rare and fantastic combo. She didn't bug us about wanting a lap dance after the first inquiry. She kept coming over to visit and let us dig ourselves deeper.
Plus there was this element of, well, danger. Sure, she's sweet and friendly but there's another side.
Some kid was celebrating the Big 18 so they brought him up on stage and sat his scrawny ass down in a chair against a pole. Nevertame was first up and she sat on his lap facing him. She started a slow grind then - BAM! BAM! - she thrust viciously, violently against him. I thought she'd broken the chair or pole it was that forceful. Then she got up and was calm. We were shocked. Hell, we were scared when she came over to us to talk. Please don't kill us.
Body. I thought she was a gymnast. She has that type of athletic build - muscular but not a steroid monster - and when she did her pole dance... I'd never seen a pole dance like what she did, including swinging from the rafters. The crowd went nuts. We felt really bad for the dancer that had to follow her.
Her body was tight. Perfect? No. It was obvious she had some work done upstairs but, again with her presence, it didn't effing matter.
No tattoos.
She looked like she belonged in an action flick, that type of powerful (yet super sexy) body. I said that to her. She replied that a lot of people say that to her:
Never Tame: "They say I look like that girl in Resident Evil."
Lester: Milla Jovovich?
Never Tame: Yeah. Is she pretty?
Lester: She's smoking hot!! You do look like her.
Never Tame: Yessss!!!!
But now that I think about it, it's not Milla Jovovich she reminds me of, it's Jessica Biel. That's not a downgrade either.
So readers that's it. It's over. You go to Deja Vu for one reason: Never Tame. Find out if she's working that night. Break out the major bills and have a "Never Tame Special". If you're like Morley and myself, you'll consider becoming a regular of hers.
And if she switches clubs, you switch with her. She's Number One - the best dancer we've experienced. Period.
I have to go reset my pacemaker.
Frankly we had low hopes because of the service we had at Desire, the fun we had at Club Fantasy, and our own experience that club chains are usually ripoffs. A strip joint usually means sitting, conserving your cash, fending off the persistent plea of "wanna lapdance?", looking for that one special dancer...
Well, Folks, it's over. While Deja Vu was frankly nothing special...
Good:
Bad:
...it's over for one reason, that one special dancer. She calls herself "Never Tame". She has "It" - the presence, the poise. She's, well, not button cute or drop-dead gorgeous but eerily captivating and definitely pretty with amazing challenging eyes.
We have a game. We like to stare at dancers when they're doing their routine just to mess with them. They're trying to get us to look at their bodies and our game is to stare at their eyes. It's unnerved quite a few dancers.
"Never Tame" called us out. She had Morley hooked when she asked him why he wouldn't look at her eyes. Whoa-effing-A! He hadn't and she got him.
Presence. She has it.
Poise. She has that too.
Personality. She played us both like it's nothing to her. She gave us sass backed with intelligence. That's a rare and fantastic combo. She didn't bug us about wanting a lap dance after the first inquiry. She kept coming over to visit and let us dig ourselves deeper.
Plus there was this element of, well, danger. Sure, she's sweet and friendly but there's another side.
Some kid was celebrating the Big 18 so they brought him up on stage and sat his scrawny ass down in a chair against a pole. Nevertame was first up and she sat on his lap facing him. She started a slow grind then - BAM! BAM! - she thrust viciously, violently against him. I thought she'd broken the chair or pole it was that forceful. Then she got up and was calm. We were shocked. Hell, we were scared when she came over to us to talk. Please don't kill us.
Body. I thought she was a gymnast. She has that type of athletic build - muscular but not a steroid monster - and when she did her pole dance... I'd never seen a pole dance like what she did, including swinging from the rafters. The crowd went nuts. We felt really bad for the dancer that had to follow her.
Her body was tight. Perfect? No. It was obvious she had some work done upstairs but, again with her presence, it didn't effing matter.
No tattoos.
She looked like she belonged in an action flick, that type of powerful (yet super sexy) body. I said that to her. She replied that a lot of people say that to her:
Never Tame: "They say I look like that girl in Resident Evil."
Lester: Milla Jovovich?
Never Tame: Yeah. Is she pretty?
Lester: She's smoking hot!! You do look like her.
Never Tame: Yessss!!!!
But now that I think about it, it's not Milla Jovovich she reminds me of, it's Jessica Biel. That's not a downgrade either.
So readers that's it. It's over. You go to Deja Vu for one reason: Never Tame. Find out if she's working that night. Break out the major bills and have a "Never Tame Special". If you're like Morley and myself, you'll consider becoming a regular of hers.
And if she switches clubs, you switch with her. She's Number One - the best dancer we've experienced. Period.
I have to go reset my pacemaker.
Tuesday, January 27, 2009
New Business Model for Adult Entertainment Clubs
If you've read our earlier posts, you know we're searching for a new adult entertainment business model. We feel the current business model is dying. This is supported from talking to dancers and seeing too many empty clubs. Sure, it's a tough economy but there are ways to turn the money drip into a decent trickle.
We've found a viable solution. One that, if we may use some bullshit terminology, increases the revenue stream while increasing the entertainment value. It's a change, top to bottom, but one without too much, if any, cash outlay. It's more process improvement after an addition.
Morley and I have, between us, years(!) of experience in this sort of endeavor in a non-entertainment capacity. What we would do is visit your establishment, note how things currently work (or don't), and provide you with a report of how to incorporate our model into your business as well as other improvements.
If you're an owner or manager of an entertainment establishment, preferably in the San Fernando Valley area, and are willing to discuss about a new business model, we want to meet with you. If anything, it will help us refine the model and possibly - no, probably, help your business.
If you're interested, please contact us at dimmbros@gmail.com.
We've found a viable solution. One that, if we may use some bullshit terminology, increases the revenue stream while increasing the entertainment value. It's a change, top to bottom, but one without too much, if any, cash outlay. It's more process improvement after an addition.
Morley and I have, between us, years(!) of experience in this sort of endeavor in a non-entertainment capacity. What we would do is visit your establishment, note how things currently work (or don't), and provide you with a report of how to incorporate our model into your business as well as other improvements.
If you're an owner or manager of an entertainment establishment, preferably in the San Fernando Valley area, and are willing to discuss about a new business model, we want to meet with you. If anything, it will help us refine the model and possibly - no, probably, help your business.
If you're interested, please contact us at dimmbros@gmail.com.
Desire
Morley and I had a free evening Saturday. We decided on going to dinner, of course, but what of entertainment? Our initial thought was to return to Downtown LA to revisit Club Fantasy to see whether it held up as our #1 LA non-nude entertainment location.
But we're always looking for something new and a revisit wasn't wowwing us. We decided to catch a comedy club on Ventura. Off we went - 3 hours early.
40 minutes to downtown. We could still, theoretically, visit Club Fantasy and make the comedy club. Nah, with this much time let's go to...
[An aside. Always, always, always, when trolling for entertainment in LA, pick up a copy of the LA Weekly. Get one copy for each person in your group. The coupons for the entertainment clubs are helpful.]
Desire. This place is on Bellaire near Saticoy. We were a bit reluctant to spend strip clubs prices but the place was somewhat close to our real evening's fun. What the hell.
And it wasn't bad. Arguably it was the best LA strip club we've visited to date. Not Shotgun Willies great but not bad. Since we were there early there were only about 5 guys in the place, including us. I counted about 8 girls working, not bad but usually that means we could expect to be approached constantly. That didn't happen.
Here's what they did right:
We had coupons for free admission but still had to pay $5 for drinks. Fine. We both gave the cashier $20s. He gave us both $15 in singles. Nice move. Made it convenient for us and more likely to spend.
Not too many "niche" dancers, "niche" meaning plump or mature or overly tattooed, the type that will attract maybe 1 guy out of 10.
Quite a few good looking dancers. Some were smoking hot. (Lisa!)
Although they had one big stage, the chairs were nicely horseshoed in three rows around it. The chairs were comfortable too.
We weren't bombarded with lap dance offers. Sure, they came around but the girls were very polite.
Here's where they needed some work:
The younger girls were cute but they didn't know how to work a conversation. As a quiet guy, I expect the girl to keep the conversation going or to cut to the offer. Don't waste either of our time. The aforementioned Lisa was beautiful but ended up quietly sitting next to me. I didn't mind the close-up eye candy but it was a tad awkward.
Turn the music down. Yo, Mr. DJ!! Check out your audience. If it's small or made up of older guys turn the music down. It was hard to hear the girls talking to us.
Change the music. Again, Mr. DJ, know your audience. Us older guys aren't into hip-hop or rap. Try some classic rock.
Enough with the strobe. In fact, get rid of it. Not only couldn't we see the girls dancing but it's downright annoying.
Like other places, a little too much down time. We know that when the girls aren't dancing, they're trolling for lapdances.
In summary, it was a decent $20 spent for an hour.
But we're always looking for something new and a revisit wasn't wowwing us. We decided to catch a comedy club on Ventura. Off we went - 3 hours early.
40 minutes to downtown. We could still, theoretically, visit Club Fantasy and make the comedy club. Nah, with this much time let's go to...
[An aside. Always, always, always, when trolling for entertainment in LA, pick up a copy of the LA Weekly. Get one copy for each person in your group. The coupons for the entertainment clubs are helpful.]
Desire. This place is on Bellaire near Saticoy. We were a bit reluctant to spend strip clubs prices but the place was somewhat close to our real evening's fun. What the hell.
And it wasn't bad. Arguably it was the best LA strip club we've visited to date. Not Shotgun Willies great but not bad. Since we were there early there were only about 5 guys in the place, including us. I counted about 8 girls working, not bad but usually that means we could expect to be approached constantly. That didn't happen.
Here's what they did right:
Here's where they needed some work:
In summary, it was a decent $20 spent for an hour.
Sunday, January 11, 2009
Club Fantasy
I have seen the light, or at least the future for the Dimmbros. No more strip clubs. Morley, Randolph and I went to Club Fantasy on 4th at Hill in Downtown LA. Randolph had been there a few times and had been saying that we had to go. Morley and I were suspicious, more so as we drove through downtown at night, not a place for visiting.
The security guard moved the cones so we could enter the private parking lot. OK. The security guard outside the entrance gave the three of us The Look as we entered and descended the stairs. What the hell? The Club was underground? What was Randolph leading us into? We heard slow music as we walked down the hallway and entered.
That's when the differences to a strip club became apparent.
First, the entrance was $7 as opposed to $20 (or $10 with a coupon). Second, we go to the girls. They don't come to you. Third, they don't rip you off on drinks.
Club Fantasy is hostess dancing. You choose a girl and go into a "Couples Only" area where you can dance or just sit and talk, or watch TV. Your choice. There's no nudity, at least, none that the Security should catch.
The challenge is asking a girl. The problem is two-fold. One, you have a bunch of guys who want to ask a girl but just can't so they sit or stand around. That's a strange feeling. The other problem is that the girls sit on couches and it does tend to be a bit dark in the place. You can't really walk around and scope them out - you could but it'd be somewhat impolite - so you tend to wait to see them get up. It would help tremendously if the girls would periodically walk around. They'd get more action that way guaranteed.
I selected a girl who, on a scale of 1 to 10, would get a conservative rating of, ummm, 10. She was a petite latina with a perfect face and body (No tats. No implants.) and a super sweet personality. She was simply precious. For an old fart like me to spend an hour with her, talking and dancing, was just nice.
And here's what made it so great. For a 5-minute lap dance at a strip club you'd be looking at $40 easy. The hour - one full hour - I spent with this gorgeous woman cost $30.
You pay by the minute (minimum 10 minutes) but at that price you can sample for next to nothing. $5 to close-dance with a girl. Don't like her? Try another.
The girls. I'd say the three of us did rather well. My little latina was spectacular. When I clocked her out she was immediately clocked right back in. Randolph also hooked up with a cute latina and Morley found himself a tall Chinese-American. For the most part the girls tend towards Latina and American but not the tattooed skanks you commonly find at a strip joint. Yes, quite a few had implants. Some were "mature" but they had a nice variety and at least half were most acceptable.
Speaking for myself, that's it for strip clubs, except for Shotgun Willies. There's a new heaven in town and it's Club Fantasy.
The security guard moved the cones so we could enter the private parking lot. OK. The security guard outside the entrance gave the three of us The Look as we entered and descended the stairs. What the hell? The Club was underground? What was Randolph leading us into? We heard slow music as we walked down the hallway and entered.
That's when the differences to a strip club became apparent.
First, the entrance was $7 as opposed to $20 (or $10 with a coupon). Second, we go to the girls. They don't come to you. Third, they don't rip you off on drinks.
Club Fantasy is hostess dancing. You choose a girl and go into a "Couples Only" area where you can dance or just sit and talk, or watch TV. Your choice. There's no nudity, at least, none that the Security should catch.
The challenge is asking a girl. The problem is two-fold. One, you have a bunch of guys who want to ask a girl but just can't so they sit or stand around. That's a strange feeling. The other problem is that the girls sit on couches and it does tend to be a bit dark in the place. You can't really walk around and scope them out - you could but it'd be somewhat impolite - so you tend to wait to see them get up. It would help tremendously if the girls would periodically walk around. They'd get more action that way guaranteed.
I selected a girl who, on a scale of 1 to 10, would get a conservative rating of, ummm, 10. She was a petite latina with a perfect face and body (No tats. No implants.) and a super sweet personality. She was simply precious. For an old fart like me to spend an hour with her, talking and dancing, was just nice.
And here's what made it so great. For a 5-minute lap dance at a strip club you'd be looking at $40 easy. The hour - one full hour - I spent with this gorgeous woman cost $30.
You pay by the minute (minimum 10 minutes) but at that price you can sample for next to nothing. $5 to close-dance with a girl. Don't like her? Try another.
The girls. I'd say the three of us did rather well. My little latina was spectacular. When I clocked her out she was immediately clocked right back in. Randolph also hooked up with a cute latina and Morley found himself a tall Chinese-American. For the most part the girls tend towards Latina and American but not the tattooed skanks you commonly find at a strip joint. Yes, quite a few had implants. Some were "mature" but they had a nice variety and at least half were most acceptable.
Speaking for myself, that's it for strip clubs, except for Shotgun Willies. There's a new heaven in town and it's Club Fantasy.
Friday, January 2, 2009
High-end Adult Cinema
Morley and I just saw a film at the Arclight Cinemas in Sherman Oaks and reminisced about the Pussycat Theaters and how there's now no adult theaters around. Nothing worth mentioning at least. Morley suggested a high-end adult cinema, one where you get your food and drinks, a dance perhaps, and a movie.
It's a good question but would it be good business? Would it be enough to drag people off the Internet porn sites. I think it would depend on the quality of the movies and the cost. Internet porn is essentially free. What's lacking is the convenience. Unless you have your computer hooked up to a large screen monitor in your bedroom, you're either watching porn on a small screen while sitting on a chair, or you rent/buy your porn from a video store. I think the stores are suffering too so I'm going with small screen internet porn.
Most inconvenient but the most private.
How then, to coax people out to an adult film? Perhaps offer it as a club-type atmosphere with limited seating or as a true club so you can offer much "more". I don't know. Any thoughts out there or are adult theaters, strip clubs, and video stores being strangled by net porn?
It's a good question but would it be good business? Would it be enough to drag people off the Internet porn sites. I think it would depend on the quality of the movies and the cost. Internet porn is essentially free. What's lacking is the convenience. Unless you have your computer hooked up to a large screen monitor in your bedroom, you're either watching porn on a small screen while sitting on a chair, or you rent/buy your porn from a video store. I think the stores are suffering too so I'm going with small screen internet porn.
Most inconvenient but the most private.
How then, to coax people out to an adult film? Perhaps offer it as a club-type atmosphere with limited seating or as a true club so you can offer much "more". I don't know. Any thoughts out there or are adult theaters, strip clubs, and video stores being strangled by net porn?
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