Odd Sunday, Chill Monday

This review covers two brief visits - a Sunday night and the afternoon of the next day.

On a Sunday night, I struck out at that club near the beach but I remembered this one wasn't too far out of the way I was headed and I had not been there in years. Based on earlier reviews, I knew a lot had changed so I wanted to see for myself. Even more than before, this seems like a local dive bar that added a "stage" (if you can call it that) for dancers.

Don't think they charged me cover at 2230-ish on Sunday night but I did have to buy a drink. I was driving and didn't know how long I'd stay, so I got bottled water. Dont remember price, so it must have been reasonable.

Probably 10 people at bar and at least another 10 on the stage side of the club, so it seemed busy for a Sunday night. Maybe 4 or 5 dancers, one of them on stage. Stage-side seats were all filled - about 3 or so groups of dudes and a few ladies (customers) having a good time, chatting with and tipping dancer. Sat along the back wall and saw something that couldn't have been what it looked like.The dancer on stage kept on her bikini top and one of those micro "skirts" that covers the front but just the tramp-stamp area in back. Well when she turned around, I swear it looked like she didn't have any panties on. Sure it might have been a deep-crack thong, but there was enough exposed skin between the top of the crack and the skirt thing that I shoulda seen the thong there. I kept trying to angle for a better view but no luck. Everybody at the stage would have known for sure but I just couldn't find a way to see without just being rude and obvious. So I decided to lie to myself and believe what I know couldn't be true. :)

Girls ranged from meh to hmmm (5-7.5, I'd say). A really curvy, enhanced blonde took the stage and removed her top to reveal huge boobs with heart-shaped pasties to keep it legal. (In this county, alcohol means bikini bar, I'm pretty sure.) But after the rotation of girls on stage, the show stopped and everybody moved back over to the bar area. A dancer who wasn't my type chatted me up for about two minutes, friendly but we both knew I wasn't going to buy a private dance - we parted ways amicably. With so many patrons and so few dancers, I found myself talking to another customer - the entire extent of our conversation was that we both were uncomfortable coming to a SC and having to talk to another dude. I asked a bartender if the show was over and he said it was a break so the dancers could mingle. He didn't know how long the break would be so I left.