Hit the Road

Took a trip to Jackson after a long hiatus and boy has it gotten bleak. Maybe it was just that day, but we started off walking in being greeted outside by one of the dancers having a colorful cell phone conversation. To her credit she said hello. But it actually went downhill from there. We sat at a table, the club has a old sports bar feel to it, with a stripper pole in the middle of the bar table. I have never liked having to look directly up to see or catch lol.

After ordering a drink the doorman came and requested $5 for cover. The cranberry was $6. Unfortunately the talent topped out even lower. I counted 7 dancers Pretty much a split of black and white ladies, Just not my speed for the most part except one Young Black pretty. But she was hounded from the same group from entry to exit. I completely understood why. This night made my friend miss bogarts. I Didnt make it to VIP. We were not approached, all the locals were pretty much in pole position. Not sure on those prices.

Maybe the other local spots are better. But all I kept hearing was...

Dont you come back no more, no more no more.