Austin

I've got fond memories of Austin. I've had some good times in clubs here. This trip didn't live up to my memories though. I had a Friday night free so I hit the Yellow Rose. This is has generally been considered the best club in town over the years. This time though it just wasn't my scene at all. Busy, yes. Lots of dancers, yes. But all girl-next-doors. Not a toned body in the bunch. Lots of cellulite. Lot's of elephant ear titties. Not one inflated plastic über stripper to be found. The only semi-appealing dancer there was Brianna, a dark-haired beauty with a good bod, no extra fat, C cups breasts. Only problem was, she didn't have a lick of English. She wasn't Hispanic, I speak enough of that to know. Don't know what she was actually. Gypsy maybe? The guy she was chatting up at the bar had that sort of look. Tried a couple of semi-decent table dances with her but she didn't seem inclined to work me at all and without the language it wasn't going anywhere. Ah well, early to bed, bankroll more or less intact.