Sundays really suck

Lido was the second stop of my trip to Cape Canaveral. It is a big, plain, windowless building. Very easy to find, good signage, and plenty of parking that was mostly empty when I pulled in.

The club has a weird layout. You walk in and it's a tiny little square bar area with dinner rolls for snacking on the bar. The bar itself is open, so you can look over the countertops into the next room to see the main dance area. Bartender greeted me as soon as I walked through the door. Walk into the bar and turn left and there is another small area, sort of another room, with low half-walls and seating that could have been a lap dance area. Walk to the right through there and you get to the main dance area. There is the large main stage and tons of seating to the right, and a small stage with a bit more seating to the left. The entire club is very brightly lit. Bartenders and waitresses were both friendly and attentive, but there were not even ten guys in the place. It was incredibly dead, even for a Sunday.

I counted five dancers, but only really got a good look at four. The fifth was tied up with some custy or just not hanging out in the main area. The first girl was a slim brunette with great muscle tone. She was hanging upside downb from a pole when I walked back there. Unfortunately, she just finished up her set, buyt she still looked great in a string bikini top and G-string thong. Small boobs, but a great body - not too thin and not at all fat. Pretty face, I would give her an 8, easily. Bitch ignored me the whole time, even when we made direct eye contact. She and the other attractive dancer were spending the whole night with some middle-age meathead preppies, sitting in their laps and grinding on them for no tips. I'll get to that later. The second attractive dancer had blonde hair and a great upper body. Very fit, nice fake tits. Her legs were too skinny for my taste, and her face, voice, and attitude were 100% trailer trash. Still, I would have gotten a dance from her. The third to get on stage was a 3, being generous. A black girl that I think even Papi would have passed on. Tiny eggs-on-a-stick tits, big fat pot belly, and no dancing skills to speak of. The fourth was maybe a 5. She was a thick white girl, who was at least shaped like a woman, but her pasty white skin and out-of shape body were of zero interest to me. The fifth dancer was a fairly attractive strawberry blonde, but I never got a clear look at her. Still she could have been a seven or better.

Beers were expensive at $5 each. The tables and chairs were small and uncomfortable. There was more country music than I could stand. I didn't even finish my second beer before leaving.