Promises, promises.

Monday night, in town for work. I’m bored and want to go to a club, but I’ve got an early morning and don’t feel like going across town. Despite the bad reviews, Dream Palace is super close. And besides, I’ve had mediocre times at some of the best reviewed places here and fantastic times at some not so well loved places (hellooooo Bandaids!). So why not, let’s go. For science.

Well, this time I should’ve listened to the reviews. This place is pretty weak and scammy.

No cover, that’s nice. Small two pole stage when you walk in. Stage is super low so girls can get close, that’s cool. No one is dancing though, but it’s Monday. Before I can even get a drink, I’m hit up for a tour by a dancer. She’s cute, but seems unsure of herself. I order a drink and take the tour. Why not, nothing happening on stage. They start the heavy sell, there’s a million numbers and options of course. Anywhere from $500 - $2500. Lots of promises. I say no thanks and we leave it at that.