Probably my last visit
Saturday night, late. My last two trips here have been disappointing at best, but the dancer I had the best experience with at JB's came back from retirement according to their Facebook page, so I wanted to give it another try.
I chose poorly.
Club Rundown:
• Club is about 15 minutes outside of Carbondale, on a state highway that does not feel like one as it is weaving amongst trees and darkness
• Half the space is a regular bar - I've never seen anyone in that part at night - and the other half has a sign outside the door reading "Boobs" with an arrow to the left.
• Pay a $5 fee on entry and they glance at your ID. Bar is right on entry and has a half dozen rickety bar stools in front of it. Everyone is seated here, patrons and dancers alike.
• DJ booth to the left, dancers room straight ahead past the bar, and an empty space that looks like there used to be a pool table in it.
• Past the DJ to the left is a stage with two poles, a very low ceiling, and a bunch of chairs that look like they came from a church hall. There's a few couches against two walls, and an elevated booth row on the far right.
• Private dances are past the stage through a smaller door I had to duck through. There's a red light back there but otherwise pretty dimly lit. Private dances are topless $25 per dance, 2 for $50 or 2 for $60 fully nude. You pay in advance to the DJ booth, then go back - where the weirdest thing, the ID guy comes back and sits in the room, off to the side, chaperoning. I know this from previous visits, not tonight, as you'll see.
The People:
• Night in question, two staff working behind the bar. It is not really big enough to need two people though.
• There were three dancers working, all semi-nude as I enter. One is the dancer recently out of retirement, a 30s dark haired woman with MILF body, one younger dancer - maybe mid20s, decent body, small chest, doing shots with someone at the edge of the bar, and a third, 7 1/2 months pregnant and not allowed to dance, she says, but here to greet people.
The night proceeded as feared - the pregnant one chatted me up and talked to me all about her boyfriend, who was not the daddy, sleeping in a truck outside. Then she moved on to someone else when they entered, since she had not seen him in six months or so. The other two were just drinking at the bar, never once getting up to stage nor going back for private dances, just shooting the shit with a couple of other customers and buying shots.
Bartender #1 asked me if I came for drinks or dances, and I told her specifically I had come for the unretired. She said she'd talk to that dancer... and after about 45 minutes I left as a group of five new people entered to also be left alone.
Guessing my last try here.
