It was okay, but I wouldn't talk it up

I was cruising down Bourbon Street ambivalent about whether or not to go in a club. I got handed a card to come in here with no cover, which I thought was sort of silly because they don't have a cover anyway, but I guess I fell for it. I think that I may have been the only non-employee in the place.

I paid 10 bucks for a beer, which is of course ridiculous, and sat next to the stage. It's small and round, out in the middle of the bar. The upside of this is that there's no going offstage to take clothing off, which I've seen at other places. We all have our own kinks. I like to see the pieces coming off. On the other hand, the first dancer knocked over my beer with her foot. (They brought me a new one.)

The dancers ranged from 4-7, I'd say. Mostly white. Their skills with the pole varied widely, with the heavyset Kleopatra never leaving the ground, but I don't care much about that. There wasn't a lot of pressure to pay for dances. In fact, the dancers mostly sat around and talked to each other. I tried to catch the eye of one of the better looking ones without much luck. Her loss.