Forewarning- this may be slightly profane,...

Forewarning- this may be slightly profane, so I apologize in advance- I wanted you all to experience my frustration of last night. I am doing my best to keep my tongue tied.Ahh, the f'in pony- one of those places that ALWAYS come up in convo when it comes to SCs in ATL...Last night was guys night out- and there were 6-7 of us in the group. Mind you, none of us are amateurs when it comes to these kind of outings. We clubbed hopped around, and due to the proximity of where we were, we decided the pony would be the dessert spot of choice. Damn, were we wrong or WHAT??Pulling into to the lot (I think it was around 11ish at the time), the lot was about 60% capacity. There was a line out the door to get in as well (should have been our first red flag, and we contemplated going, but stuck with the plan). As we were in line, I noticed a security guy with a toy badge (and hell, coulda been a toy Glock as well) was checking IDs- and apparently charging people for parking. Thankfully, no one in our group got charged for parking (which also questions his legitimacy).A few minutes later, we got to get groped by his brother at the top of the steps (the most action we all got at the pony that night)- who also had a toy gun and badge. Then it was time to go in. Cover was $10, and then I just realized, why in the hell would there be a tip jar for someone taking your cover money (wow, am I supposed to be impressed you can multiply X by $10??)? I had a raggy ass dollar bill, so I threw it in the jar.

Then, we entered. Reminded me of the same as the last time I went 7 years ago. Except this time, was complete horse shit. When you walk in, you are greeted by a chick with a beer tub, asking if you want a drink. Pass. We wanted a table! We all just drained our debit cards in search of glory and tears of strippers.

Waitresses kept walking by, and we asked about tables. That whole system was so fucked up, offering them $$$$ wouldn't even give us a table (which is BS, the last time I was here, I got a VIP table, no issues- unless they were racially profiling my fellow friends last night). We kept watching tables clear, and then randoms would fill it up- they kept saying they were for other guests (yea right)So as we are standing near the back watching the pathetic crowd (I would say maybe 10% of the people looked like they were enjoying themselves) waiting for them to leave, I overheard (I think she did that on purpose) the stripper behind us on the pole she was working saying "how RUDE of you all to have your backs turned towards me! I want my fucking money!" Please, your not even attractive, your should keep your clothes on, and your silicon is about to pop. Get the hell off stage and cry to momma. I couldn't believe she said that crap. Left a real sour taste. We were even thinkin about tipping her before that happened!So we stood around for about 40 minutes, and still never got a table. And this was after asking 3 different waitresses. At this point, one of the comrades got sick- I wouldn't doubt if they put something in his drink.I ended up actually not getting a drink here. It is real hard to get a lap dance standing up, and I was shocked at the lack of effort of the girls walking around not even attempting to mingle with the standing room crowds. And then they wonder why so don't get as much $$$ as possible...Moral of the story- you wouldn't have to be a vulture if you A)knew how to shake your ass B) Knew how to utilize your standing room crowd C) got the stick out of your ass(es)- unless you like that kind of thing. I would just like to give a final F U pony, you won't be seeing this face ever again!