Two, two, two clubs in one. But only Wed-Sat.

Hadn’t planned to visit another club on a Sunday night but seeing “FULL NUDE” in huge neon letters convinced me to make an unscheduled stop at about 10pm. The well-lit parking lot felt safe even if two entrances, one near the street and another set far, far back from it seemed a tad unclear. Most of the cars and the little activity I saw were both centered at the entrance nearer the street, so that’s where I entered.

Inside, two staffers were behind a window to the left. The cutie attendant seemed to be wrapping up discussion with someone else, so the male manager type told me the cover was $5 before returning his attention to whatever duty demanded it. I placed a fiver on the counter and, as I was flipping through my cash for a single to place in her tip jar, the cutie pretended to be confused and thinking the Lincoln was all for her. A cocked eyebrow and the buck placed into her jar resulted in her breaking into a smile, which earned her one in return. I hoped this fun exchange was a good omen of things to come.

It was not.