In an all blogger night I have ventured to the white stone citadel that is the penthouse club in honor of the jaker. By definition a strip club, though to call it that might be a lie... Aside from the bored looking half naked lady on the stage, there is only see of businessmen anxiously trying to snag one of the few (by my count five) roving women. For thirty dollars, one could buy a lot of things, a bachelor party at the penthouse club, however, should be at the bottom of the list.