One peach, several pits

I was tired of seeing all the Huntsville clubs being bought out and more or less standardized. I wondered if a few of my favorite dancers may have migrated to Jimmy’s. I showed up around 10:00, expecting more of a crowd later on a Thursday. There were maybe five dancers, and probably twice as many patrons. Mostly, it was the same old same old, with flat-chested and beer belly girls rotating on and off the stage while scruffy dudes threw a few bills at them occasionally. The only dancer worth mentioning was Peaches, who was clearly the most attractive woman in the room. It took a while to get her attention away from a regular stick to the bar, but we finally sat and talked at a table. She made good conversation, telling me she had indeed formerly danced at the Cherry. She said quite a few other girls had also moved to Jimmy’s, though no others were there that night. We moved to the private dance area, where she did an admirable job without offering anything extra. The private dance area isn’t much, just some chairs and stalls not offering much privacy. The VIP is barely better, with a couch tucked slightly out of the way. Overall, I was glad to have met Peaches, but the visit as a whole was not that good.