3 Club Tour
I'm sitting in front of my computer, 'round midnight on friday night, doing what any male does when surfing the intarwebs at midnight on a friday... looking for porn. Mark (roommate) hears me clicking away. asks what I'm looking for on my computer... "boobies". Short discussion followed about why was I bothering to search for such and needing passwords, when you can just google image search.
So that started discussion for a brief moment of digital vs live boobies, including that there are numerous strip clubs around here that I could go to instead of clicking on a computer.
I looked at Mark and said something like "Well, it ~is~ only midnight, shall we?" so we went out to the really close one (Dancin' Bare). Stayed there for a short while, had a Coke each, and I went up for one round at the rail (in which the dancer gave me back my money by accident). We really weren't impressed with the general vibe and style of the club, just something seemed off for a Friday night.
Left, went down Columbia a bit to Roosters. The parking lot was tiny, and it screamed REDNECK at the top of its inbred lungs. We never got out of the car. So we continued on to Exotica. While we were going in, the cover charge was supposed to be $4 each. we looked at each other, debating if we felt like paying $8 just to get in, when it was 1am. Apparently we debated long enough in front of the door man that he offered us a deal, 1/2 price. so in we went. We looked around, there were no empty chairs near the front, so we ended up sitting on stools back by the DJ booth, which was right in front of the hall back into the dressing rooms. Apparently when the dancers get within 10 feet of the dressing room, they completely ignore their surroundings. Either that, or we've perfected mental invisiblity. We even got Bumped a couple times and they didn't notice us. We sat around a while, and Mark ordered a soda. the lady brought it. He put a $20 bill on the table. she counted out change On Top Of The Twenty, and left the $20 on the table, then walked off.
So all told, we went to 2 different strip clubs, including $4 in cover, each had a few sodas [very expensive ones], watched a couple sets at the rail, with tips, left $2 on the table for the poor waitress who made the mistake, and even so.... we spent maybe $3 for the entire affair
A couple fun hours out with a friend... apparently $3
Having the strip club waitress PAY you for being there... priceless
So that started discussion for a brief moment of digital vs live boobies, including that there are numerous strip clubs around here that I could go to instead of clicking on a computer.
I looked at Mark and said something like "Well, it ~is~ only midnight, shall we?" so we went out to the really close one (Dancin' Bare). Stayed there for a short while, had a Coke each, and I went up for one round at the rail (in which the dancer gave me back my money by accident). We really weren't impressed with the general vibe and style of the club, just something seemed off for a Friday night.
Left, went down Columbia a bit to Roosters. The parking lot was tiny, and it screamed REDNECK at the top of its inbred lungs. We never got out of the car. So we continued on to Exotica. While we were going in, the cover charge was supposed to be $4 each. we looked at each other, debating if we felt like paying $8 just to get in, when it was 1am. Apparently we debated long enough in front of the door man that he offered us a deal, 1/2 price. so in we went. We looked around, there were no empty chairs near the front, so we ended up sitting on stools back by the DJ booth, which was right in front of the hall back into the dressing rooms. Apparently when the dancers get within 10 feet of the dressing room, they completely ignore their surroundings. Either that, or we've perfected mental invisiblity. We even got Bumped a couple times and they didn't notice us. We sat around a while, and Mark ordered a soda. the lady brought it. He put a $20 bill on the table. she counted out change On Top Of The Twenty, and left the $20 on the table, then walked off.
So all told, we went to 2 different strip clubs, including $4 in cover, each had a few sodas [very expensive ones], watched a couple sets at the rail, with tips, left $2 on the table for the poor waitress who made the mistake, and even so.... we spent maybe $3 for the entire affair
A couple fun hours out with a friend... apparently $3
Having the strip club waitress PAY you for being there... priceless