Empty Friday Night Experience

I went on a Friday night, thinking it would be busy and a good time. Sadly wasn’t the case. I should have realized when I pulled into the lot at 8:30 and there was only one other car parked out front what I was getting into.

I walked in and was stopped by the greeter. She asked if I had been before, so I said no. She broke down the prices: $15 cover, $20 a dance, VIP costs extra but ask the manager for pricing because it was dependent on time and where I wanted to be. I agreed, paid cover, and immediately the greeter stares me down, then points toward the tip jar. I have no problem tipping greeters, but the immediate finger pointing and smacking of gum for giving me a run down of the place irked me a bit. I gave $10 and she gave me a black koozie in return.

Went in, and was immediately deflated. There were three stages, one by the door, one on the right side and one in the back left. Back right was a whole segment carved out to VIP. There’s no one on the stages because the seven girls are sitting at tables and on their phones. I was shocked that it was a ghost town on a later Friday night.