Twenty Bucks'll Get You All That and a Bag of Chips

I wanted to finish off my visit to Indy right, so after a couple of movies (yeah, I go to movies even on vacation, even when I can be doing just about anything else), I headed for Brad's. It's always been a good, laid-back club with attractive and friendly dancers ready and eager to entertain. Someplace most any monger can kick back and enjoy.

Yeah. Not so much tonight.

Physical details: Decent-sized parking lot, fairly well lit and safe. The door's on the side of the building. Step in, meet the bouncer/doorman who was pretty friendly. He collected the cover, scanned the driver's license, and did a quick wanding. Don't remember any pat-down, just the wanding. To the right are the bathrooms (clean, well-maintained, no troll in sight). I think I saw the ATM down that way, too. The bar's right across from the door, and just past the bar is the dressing room then the DJ booth. The stage is sort of barbell shaped and runs down the center. Dancers do three-song sets then tag out. Chairs and tables fill the area and line the walls to the left of the stage, with some more over near the DJ booth; I don't remember if there was a perv row. And beyond all that was the lap dance area. (More later.)