I decided to stop by Friday...

I decided to stop by Friday after an airport run about 7:30. Not being a fan of paying a cover charge of over $5 since I'm a fair tipper, i pulled up and asked the guy outside if they had a cover. His response was "no, it's happy hour". So I park over in the side parking lot and stroll up to the door...the same guy says "there is a $4 parking charge, though" WTF? I should have taken this as an omen, and just left, but I said what the hell and stripped off 4 singles and went in.

I was met at the door by a girl who stopped chatting long enough on her cell phone to inform me that "it's happy hour so no cover but tips are appriciated" while she tapped on the tip jar. As I dropped in the single, I believe I caught a slight acknowlegement, but I couldn't be sure...maybe it was something she said to the other party on the phone.

The club is fairly good size, and a bar runs the length of the place, with tables (all empty) closer to the stage. I found an opening at the bar, and was greeted by a somewhat surly barmaid who asked what I wanted. I ordered up a Corona and checked out the girl on stage going through the motions. In fact, every dancer I saw was just going through the motions, and more or less just walked around on the stage. Possibly the worst group I've seen in quite a while. Anyway, my beer arrives and she hands me change from my $20, 13 $1 bills. Jesus, $7 for a beer? What's happy about that? Tossed her a buck and made my way over by a table.