Visited Mark's Showplace last weekend (10-08-2005)...

Visited Mark's Showplace last weekend (10-08-2005) as part of the last hurrah my buddy had as a bachelor. I knew that it was in New Hampshire, so I did not have my expectations too high. The place has three stages where the ladies perform. It is basically a topless joint with a VIP room. You'll have to get details on the VIP room (I guess it is where the table dances go down) from somebody else; nobody in our party chose to indulge. One's experience in Mark's Showplace will depend very strongly upon what one finds attractive. For those who like flava with some bubble in the right places, makin' it clap, droppin' it like it's hot, poppin' the coochie and doing buck wild $h!t, this spot ain't for you. If you perfer narrow hips, little or no a$$, very slim (I am tempted to say "partially anorexic" here), occasional (very obvious) implants, general western european appeal, and no poo-poo to view, this might be your place. Hey, like I said, it was New Hampshire. As a matter of fact, when I asked one of the young ladies (the only one who looked as if she had just a little flava - possibly Middle Eastern or Italian) if there were any after-hours spots, she said, after looking at me like I was crazy, "Come on, of course not. This is New Hampshire - what do you expect?" Oh, by the way, I was asking that question about after-hours as the place was closing down at 1:00 AM. Yes that's right, 1:00 AM. In this case however, 1:00 AM was not too soon, so the bachelor and the best man could not get into any trouble. One interesting note: The waitresses line up at the door with their little serving tray as the patrons file out at the end of the night. I don't know if they were waiting for a tip or something (they had money on the trays), but since I did my business with the bartenders, I did not give them any dough. Must be a New Hampsire thing, I guess.

Peace.