Redemption in Rockford

Next up on the hit parade -- tit parade? -- was the Tiger Tail. After the complete bust at Just Enuff, I wanted/needed to gamble on the quest for titties.

A groggy and grumpy GPS took me on a winding tour of late-night Rockford, but soon enough, it got me to the Tiger Rail. Just why, I don't know; guess the thought of titties was just overpowering any sense of reason I might've had left.

Not much to say about the parking lot -- it was a parking lot. Lighting was okay, not great. I still didn't think I was going to get jumped. Bouncer met me at the entrance. Another ten-dollar cover. Another ID check, don't remember it getting scanned though. Seem to remember a wanding and a quick pat-down though. (Y'know, thinking about it, if these clubs would have the dancers do the pat-downs, they'd probably get a helluva lot more business.)