I guess getting old isn't all bad.\n\nThe last of my college buddies was getting married, and being the smartest one of the lot, he chose to skip the pomp and circumstance of a conventional wedding and got married in Vegas.  As the best man, I offered to take everyone out to Treasure's for one last party.\n\nNow we're not youngsters anymore.  Gone are the days when our money would run out before our desire to drink.  A late night now is anything after 11 pm.  Now we make plans, rather than fly only by the seat of our pants.\n\nThe plan - Steak and naked chicks.  Some things don't change with age, but now I can afford them.  \n\nPlanning also involves research, and said research turned up 2 for 1 dinner coupons at the steakhouse.  2 for 1 here meant anything on the menu would be 1/2 price - much better than getting the cheaper dinner for free.  Using a coupon in a strip club sounds cheezey but hey saving $20 is a table dance, 2 drinks or 20 singles for g-string stuffing.  Since there were 4 of us, those coupons worked out to be $80 worth of dances, drinks, and stuffing singles.\n \nResearch also indicated that Las Vegas has a unique taxi to strip club policy that requires big kickbacks to the cab drivers that bring in customers.  The clubs recoup that cost with their cover charge.  Since I drove, we all got in for free.\n\nWe also arrived around 7 pm.  It's not prime strip club time, but it is dinner time.  It could also explain the free admission.  Either way, we got into the club without paying the $120.  That's even more table dances, drinks and throwing around money.  Being old just netted us $200 worth of entertainment.\n\nDespite my research, I expected a typical gentleman's club that had mediocre steaks that would be served at your table, or tucked away in a far corner of the club.  I couldn't of been more wrong.\n\nThe Steakhouse is a full blown steakhouse.  From the steakhouse you wouldn't even know there was a Strip club attached.  The music didn't bleed through.  The waitress was sexy but not anything you couldn't see in a casino.  The Steak was huge, the Lobster Tails were bigger than my hand, and 2 sides served all 4 of us, with leftovers.  Even when I was 22, a 28 ounce porterhouse was more than I needed to eat.  If Treasures was just a steakhouse, it would warrant 4 or maybe even 5 stars on it's own, even from a crotchety old fart like myself.\n\nOK, I'm not really an old fart, but I finished college 20 years ago.  And I am crotchety.\n\nThe strip club side was nice.  The women weren't top tier, but it was still very early by night club standards, and a Monday night.  The majority of the dancers were about 30-32 years old, and naturally stacked.  Somehow, this is more appealing to me than an 18 year old that already has implants. If you're 22, you might prefer the younger girls, but when you are planning to celebrate your 39th birthday *again* the 32 makes you feel a little less perverted.\n\nThe dancers were unusually friendly.  I suspect this was also a function of the time/day issue.  With fewer patrons, the women could just hang without feeling they were missing out on better paying patrons elsewhere.  We also appeared to be closer to the dancer's age, so a decent conversation (no generation gap) could take place.\n\nStrip club experiences can be all over the map, from 1-5 stars depending on the hormones and the expectations of the reviewer.  Both of mine are much lower now, but excellent value steak and lobster never change.  I wouldn't mind going back, but at my age I have to worry about looking like the creepy old guy you always see in strip clubs.