Just okay... Nothing to tell your mom about!

I spent the evening as a guest patron of cover girls. first off the exterior is the Tacky Roman theme with statues. A little over the top is putting it mildly. Walk through the front doors and security was nonexistent. Asked the gentleman at the front what I needed to do, and he said “give me $11.” He looked very disinterested in this job and never once looked up at me. Walked in in the club is actually pretty nice and well laid out. I’m a phoenix boy, so I’m used to highlighter .

Most of the club is laid out in tables with and chairs that are high back wing chairs with rolling wheels. I really hate the fact that chairs roll nowadays. One main stage that you walk into with a pole that had a pretty steady rotation of dancers on it. Looks like a smaller side stage off to the left as you come in but nobody was really using it or occupying it. Bar in the back corner and that kind of runs diagonally which was a hotbed for regulars who really didn’t get any dances but seem to attract a lot of dancers to talk.

I immediately started watching the dancers on the stage and settled in for my usual vodka soda. I spied a very pretty skinny girl with a decent rack on top of natural A cups. She was beautiful and I tipped her a couple of different times to get her attention. She came down to the floor and within the first 20 seconds, I heard the most annoying laugh imaginable. I’m pretty sure this is the same girl that the Reverend talks about in his hilarious reviews. She laughs like a hyena. In the span of probably three minutes, I heard over 30 laughs that would make a grown man wish for the end of his life. She was awful. I didn’t even get to do a dance from her because I couldn’t stand it even though she’s quite pretty. I tipped her five bucks for her time and sent her on her way.