I Keep Trying but I Think I’m Done

I’ve given Tales more chances than I probably should, mostly because it’s close by—but at this point, proximity is the only thing it has going for it.

There was no cover, but only two dancers working (there was a third in sweats having a shift drink and obviously leaving): one was a familiar, heavily tattooed regular who’s clearly been around a while and has added a bit of weight since I last saw her. She just wandered between the bars two poles on stage leaving the impression she was just running out the clock on her shift.

The other dancer, a younger Latina, just didn’t do anything for me. Zero spark. To her credit though, at least she tried to be a little more engaging on stage.