I drive solo on a trip...

I drive solo on a trip through Atlanta every other year or so and always considered making a pit stop to one of Atlanta’s “Tuscl acclaimed” strip joints. This past Monday, I pulled the trigger with a 90 minute visit to Follies. I found the club pretty easily and parked across the street to avoid valet. Follies has an attractive and approachable exterior, with an interior and its’ accompanying neon and mirrors being almost as comforting to me. With the bar straight ahead of the entry and two stages framing it in sort of a horseshoe, the club was smaller in its’ interior foot print than I thought it would be. I sat down and ordered a drink and within 5 minutes received the Southern version of a “Providence Handshake” from my Atlanta tourist guide. Allison, or Alexson, wasn’t my type, but she had some skills that had me tabling my standards for a dance or 4. I then had 10 minutes to myself and got a look at approximately 20 of the 30 women working the 6 – 7 pm time slot and noted about 6 that were right for me. I noted a thin, but seemingly supple, Holly Robinson Peete type and pursued a lap dance introduction. I insisted in getting the lap dance in the couch section, but it was quite crowded in that section. My entertainer “Sun something or other” instead took me to the other side of the club and its’ accompanying “blunt” atmosphere. I proceeded to get 2 “air dances” from my lackluster performer of choice (Sun yadda yadda) and chose not to let my hands roam given my surroundings. I also chose to terminate the interaction. The theory is that air dances only happen in MA – Bullshit Atlanta! So on to number 3 and I settle on Lena. Now Lena has the total package that can make me happy and I got to the aforementioned lap dance couch area where Lena proceeded to give me some not so hot lap dances. After 2 dances I told her that I would leave her intact for her SO, but she can do better than her dance to this point! By song 4 we were certainly more in tune with one anothers requirements and I was decently entertained for another 4. I loved the $10 dollar lap dance price-point and figure that I didn’t see the optimal club talent on my visit. Follies reminded me of a cross between Foxy Lady Providence for décor and Club Fantasies (Providence) for club protocol. I was not impressed with the clubs cloistered and kludgy layout, but if it was in my Boston stomping grounds – I’d be a regular!