Consistent In Its Mediocrity

I arrived at the Gold Club around 8pm on, a warm for February, Saturday night in Charlotte, NC. I paid the $10 to the scowling hostess at the door and made my entry. The bar is toward the rear of the club. At the bar I paid $3.50 for a Coke from a busty bartender.

Normally at GC I sit along the side wall below the large screen projection television. On this night the Virginia / Virginia Tech basketball game had gone into overtime. Wanting to watch the end of the basketball game I found a seat at a table in the middle of the club and in front of the television screen.

As I settled in to watch the game, I did not see any dancers on the primarily or secondary stage. I also didn’t see any dancers walking around in circulation. As the basketball concluded with Virginia Tech upsetting Virginia, a blond wearing a long red dress came over to me table. She was a beauty, about 5’3” with a curvy body for a smaller size. We chatted briefly about Charlotte then she asked if I would be interested in a VIP dance upstairs. I declined her offer as I’ve found the $25 VIP dances to be of little to no difference as the $10 Table dances at GC. The blond told me she only did the VIP dances upstairs “where she could do more.” I heard that before I that to myself. I told her maybe later.