Putting the "C" in BSC

Stopped by a few weeks ago on a Wednesday evening about 8:45, right before the 9 PM house dancer roll call. Parking lot was sparsely filled, walked in to pay the $7 cover charge. The gal taking my could not have been more indifferent to me being there, or her doing her job. "That'll be $7" sounded more like "Go fuck yourself with a rusty tin can." Get handed my receipt, which I then hand to the bouncer four steps away, who does nothing else, ever, but take that receipt.

Amazingly, even though there were maybe 15 or so PLs in the club (and it's a Wednesday), the stupid little "reserved" signs dotted all the tables with a 15 foot radius of the main stage so I picked a table between Stage 1 and the main bar area. Usually, once you sit down, a waitress is on you like a shutdown corner trying to cover the other team's #1 receiver. Not so much this time, as I had about 2-3 songs to enjoy before I was asked by drink order (Coke - $5 + tip).

Looking around at the assembled dancers, not many body types that BSC is famous for (tall and enhanced, or short and enhanced, or medium and enhanced) could be found. Mostly A & B-cups filled the two stages being used. One exception: a brunette named "Honey" who was packing some major chesticles. To demonstrate just how slow it was, I had no problem at all getting her to my table, where we chatted briefly before going off to VIP. Two dances, very disappointing. Got one of those "Oh I'm so sensitive" comments after barely cupping her underboob, average grindage and no gameboy action. C'est la vie. I'll try it again in another six months and see if things have changed.