Two Pearls in an Otherwise Disappointing Oyster Bed

On a Saturday night last month I arranged for a dancer friend to join me for dinner in Terre Haute, IN, where we both live, and then drive 1.5 hours to Tuscola, IL, where we met my bro who drove over from Indianapolis and spent a few hours hanging out with two dancers who work there.

The company was great! My stripper friend and my dude friend are always fun to be with, and our Hideout honeys Piper and Ember were great: pleasant to chat with, enjoyable to get dances with, and easy on the eye. Both have beautiful faces, excellent bodies, and superb dance skills.

The Hideout can best be described as a BYOB dive club, located a few miles west of Tuscola on US 36 and open something like 9-5 on Friday and Saturday nights only. My dancer friend and I stocked up with a bottle of Jack Daniels for her and a cerveza grande for me (since I was driving) at a nearby drive-through liquor store and arrived at 9:30. We paid $10 cover EACH. There were no dancers on stage, 30 minutes after starting time, and in fact none were even visible. My poor Indy friend had forgotten about the time difference between Indiana and Illinois and had arrived at 8:30 (Central), so he was bored out of his mind by the time we got there.