I Should've Kept on Driving.

After an overpriced and very disappointing half hour or so at Jaguars, I headed down the road to Jiggles. Please don't ask me why; you'll find any number of mentions of me banging my head against a myriad of hard, unforgiving surfaces. Hey, it's as good an excuse as anything.

It was about midnight when I got there. The poor lighting of the streets and, in particular, the parking lot made the area feel like one I've should've just kept driving through. But obviously, at least per this review, I didn't. I didn't get mugged and I still have both of my kidneys, so that says something about the area.

The inside was pretty well lit, which still didn't help a whole lot. A bouncer/doorman didn't meet me at the door; in fact, nothing did, other that some louder than necessary rap/hip-hop/whatever you want to call it this week. Much like Jaguars, there really weren't a whole lot of people there: the lady bartender, maybe three dancers, all gathered with an equal number of regulars near the front of the club, and maybe another person or two wandering about. And again, I was the only Caucasian there, at least that I could see.