Classic Name, Somewhat Lame

I've been to a few clubs named Body Shop. They're not a chain, it's just one of those names that seems like a good one for a club I guess. I was there on a Monday night. The door guy wands and does a pat down (at least for me) and was thorough but professional. With Players Club gone now (pour one out) I decided to try a new club and see if it could be a decent replacement. Cover was $20 but the guy at the door gave me a $10 off card for the next visit. Not for nothing, but when I get free passes before I even step inside the club that is not showing confidence in the product. Club is very small and BYOB. Brightly lit, clean and shiny trim around the stage. Big mirror backing it. A couple of wall mounted TVs off to the sides near the back, which I found myself watching more than once after the one girl I was interested in had to go on stage. Got there a little after midnight fresh off ill fated attempts to buy alcohol in Anne Arundel County. Talent was not great, but the DJ was keeping things moving and seemed ok until he cut a couple songs short when I decided to spend money on dances. More on that later.

Random alcohol buying interlude...Hadn't been to Maryland in a while (thanks COVID) so forgot that there isn't alcohol in every gas station. Or supermarkets for that matter. I tried to pick up a six pack of something at one of the grocery stores and no dice. Then I went down the road to a gas station, and the guy behind the counter finished my sentence for me when I asked if they sold alcohol there. He just laughed out loud and said I'd need to go the next town over (Glen Burnie) because Anne Arundel County was crazy. That wasn't happening just for some booze, so I headed South toward the club. I got to a bar that also sold packaged goods (like alcohol) after going to a gas station down by the club and being told to drive a couple blocks down. By the time I got to the next place it was after midnight so no joy on alcohol. Point being, if you're from out of town have a plan on where to get your alcohol before midnight. A couple nights later I ended up with bud light seltzer from a dive bar so obviously I didn't get that worked out during my trip to the Old Line State.

Back to the club. I had my $10 off pass in my hand as I entered the club, and didn't see much to inspire a revisit. Because I was sober, this was not a great start. The main floor of the club is essentially a square. From the door if you glance right you'll see the main stage centered on the right wall. It's a low stage with one pole in the center. If the dancer feels like it then you might get a decent stage routine. I was one of the only dudes in the club who wasn't the manager, the DJ, or the bouncer so the energy was pretty low. There were a couple of seating sections roped off to the left and right of the stage in the front corners, but I didn't ask what the deal was with them. The deal with alcohol if I had brought it was buying a red solo cup and walking out to the car to fill it up. Showcase Theater style, but it beats no drinking at all. Seating was small round cafe style tables and little cafe chairs, but there were a couple of couches along the back wall and a couch up front by the stage (also like Showcase has). I did a little tipping for one of the girls from the front couch and it works decently well. There is a juice bar with that was staffed by a gal who was friendly enough but was mostly talking with the dancers.