Crazy, Spooky, Scary, Hilarious

My first time in North Carolina, my coworker suggested we hit one of the strip clubs we passed driving from the hotel to get cheap gas, or cheapest in Winston Salem. I said cool.

Show up to Filly's. Smallish, brightly lit establishment. Parking lot was 3/4ths empty. Not a good sign.

Walk in the front door. Doorman behind a booth asks for $10 a piece and our id's. Coworker insists on just presenting it, doesn't want it scanned. Doorman compiles. Then buzzes is in and waives us w/ a metal detector wand.

Walk inside and there seem to be more staff than patrons. Or just as many. And I don't mean dancers. Of which there were only three. One very tall white woman in her late thirties. And two black girls in their mid twenties. All were in the 6-8 range. Staff was one really cute young server, an older but pleasant bartender lady and 6-7 weirdo white guys dressed in all black.