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.
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