Follies

I try not to do repetitive write-ups of the same club too often, but my experience at Follies this past Friday deserves to be written about. I arrived around 3:30 p.m., and, as expected, the parking lot was crowded and the valets were busy. I don’t like valets, but I always valet park here because I don’t want to risk getting towed by parking across the street or next door, so I paid the $5 parking fee. No cover yet, but tipped a couple of bucks to the door girl who gave me a cursory pat down.

Stepping inside from the bright Atlanta sun I was blind for a few moments while my eyes adjusted to the darkness. When my eyes did adjust—surprise—Follies was not crowded, at least by Follies standards. Any other bar or strip club would love to have a crowd like this at 3:30 in the afternoon, but this was a light crowd for Follies. There were several places open at the bar, a couple of couches open, and lots of tables (not the high tops, though). There were guys standing around, despite the open seating, but you weren’t bumping into people to move around as is often the case. There were plenty of dancers grinding for customers and roaming looking for targets of opportunity.

I made my way to the bar and the bartender made my usual. Sipping on my drink I wheeled around and immediately spotted a very nice 9ish brunette spinner just kind of standing near the end of one of the stages. She saw me looking at her and immediately came over. I got a couple of dances, which were OK but a little mild for Follies, and to top it off, while she was facing away from me grinding on my lap, she started talking to some other guy she apparently knew who came up to the bar to order a drink. Okay, I expect dancers to greet their regulars/friends, but instead of a quick hello and smile this girl starts to have an extended conversation with the guy. Now I know these gals don’t really give a fuck about me, they only give a fuck about my money, but when I am spending some of that money on them, I expect them to pay attention to me, not some other random fucker who happens to walk up to the bar while they are grinding on my lap, so needless to say, that was the last dance from her, despite her good looks.