A Crapshoot, As Always

Had a Friday off from work a few weeks ago, so decided to venture toward Madison to see might be out in that direction.

Decided on Club Bristol because of my last trip. In my last review of Bristol, I mentioned a bartender who was the best thing the place had going that day. Well, that bartender dances on occasion, too, and I was lucky enough in a trip I didn't review to catch her in dancer mode. She was just as fun, if not moreso, than I expected as a dancer. Hoping maybe I could catch her again, I went back to Bristol. Unfortunately, though, she wasn't there.

Bristol is half a rural townie bar, half strip club. When I walked in, a familiar dancer from previous visits was sitting at the booth where, at night, they check IDs and collect a cover. This being day shift, however, it turns out she was just doing some reading at that spot because it was the quietest place in the bar. Welcome to day clubbing out in the sticks.