The smell of creatine and old spice

Came in around 1:30ish am. The place was pretty busy but not packed. I came late to see what after-hours was like. After hours opened up and I was lucky enough to grab a seat not to far from the stage....however, I should've left the premise and come back after the he-man danced. It was the first dancer on stage and It was fucking brutal and probably the longest 3 songs anyone ever had to endure . This thing on stage was had a more massive jaw line than one of the orcs from lord of the rings. No one tipped, not even the young drunk kids at the front row. It was dead silence, turn off wasn't even the word, it was just plain awkward. Christ, why hire an entertainer like that? There must be less than .0001% of patrons who are even into massive bulk body builder chicks.

Anyway, after the trauma, it took another 4 dancers on stage to even get back into stripclub mode.