She took me to the Motherland

Okay, I have seen recently that others haven’t had good experiences at this club lately; damn, I’m sorry about that. For me, this club has been good but that is not without some weirdness and awkwardness though. Anyhow, let me tell ya…

I decided to go back to Wax because I could feel the potential of this club from my first visit. This particular trip would have been a couple of days or a week after Thanksgiving. I would go in detail about the layout and parking, but I feel it’s very redundant because it has been talked about numerous times. I think it’s best if I proceed to my actual experience.

I arrived sometime in the evening (probably 5:30ish or so) on a weekday, and this is the day and time I prefer because I’m not into all that crowdedness that happens at night. I walked through the door and the security did the typical pat down. I proceeded to the guy who takes the entrance fee money. He asked for my ID, which they did not last time. He then proceeded to say that my ID was fake; it was difficult to tell if he was joking or not. Lol. He asked me what my birthday was and other questions. He also didn’t believe I was 30 years old, which I thought was odd. He believed that I was younger. This is a compliment I guess. Anyhow, after the interrogation, I finally gave him the cover charge. I can’t remember what it was. It was between 5-10 dollars (cheap).