So THAT was the Players Club….

It was like that line from Hotel California…”This could be heaven or this could be hell”.

Arrived at the club around 6:30 Thursday night. Driving north on Federal, there is a driveway on the south side of the building with free parking which might technically be for the shop next door (hard to tell), and another on the north side with valet parking. Being cheap, I took the south side and had no problems.

Entering the building, I was met immediately by what I thought was a swat team member, but he was just the doorman, decked out in tactical gear. Intimidating, but friendly. Paid my $20 and turned right for the bar.

Now let me tell you, I was not really prepared for the scene in the club. There were at least 20 dancers, probably more, all Cuban. Aside from the bouncer, I saw maybe two PLs in the place. I felt like a fish head that had just been tossed into the ocean on Shark Week! Before I could even order a beer, a gorgeous blond was tugging on my arm, introducing herself and wanting to go for a private dance. Honestly, the whole thing was a little overwhelming, so just brace yourself and have a plan.

Having received my beer (I think it was $5, not sure since I was in sensory overload) I figured I would find a seat, watch the show, and see the selection of dancers. Wrong.