Out of the way is putting...

Out of the way is putting it kindly. I went by this club about 4 times while I was in town. It was open once. Other times I almost hit a deer, nearly got flagged for speeding trying to outpace cars that decided to tail me after I left the parking lot (who knows what the Hillsborough chapter of the young moonshiners brigade were doing there at that hour), and came face to face with a huge ass confederate flag when I turned down the wrong driveway my first time through. So you might think that I'd scratch this place off the list after such wonderful luck. Fear not, true believers, this is the only after hours spot in that part of NC so I didn't have shit else to do other than sleep. Since sleep is overrated, I gave it one more shot and when I got there Thursday around 3AM it was actually open. Did it live up to the hype?

This place is a little on the stark side when you walk in. Whether or not the place is always deserted when you first walk I couldn't tell you, but at 4AM the place looks like a ghost town in the first room you go into (the one with the juice bar). Think it's BYOB. At some point I figured out that there are two other rooms (there's a large room at the far end of the club past a very dark middle room where some of the staff sits). Once in the back, there is a stage area out in the middle. One bit of a surprise is that this was a black club. One white dancer so far as I could tell (red hair, nice body but not so great up top) and some customers but almost everyone else was black. Because of the town and what I'd seen driving around this was a little surprising, but the place was pretty laid back and seemed like safety really wasn't an issue. Security was present and pretty laid back.

The place doesn't serve alcohol so hanging out by the abandoned bar in the back only held so much appeal. One strange thought that I had was the back area of the club reminded me of the old lunch room/auditorium combination I used to see at a couple of my old schools. A little eerie, but watching some of the female customers giving lapdances brought me back to the present. The girl I was most interested in was in street clothes and seemed to be done for the night, so I was scanning around for someone else who'd catch my eye. Someone (name starts with a D I think) walks up and doesn't look too bad, maybe a smidgen bigger than I tend to prefer but ok. Chatted her up for few minutes then decide to take a pass. See another gal past her sitting against the wall who seems like a better option. Then she starts to fuss. Apparently she doesn't like the amount of tip she's getting to walk on ($5) or the fact I don't want a dance.