Century Theatre

Our experience was ok. A couple of the performers stood out and the others not so much. We all managed to have a good time until one of the men across the stage offered my friend some dollar bills then her boyfriend got a little upset and they were escorted out. We stayed for a bit longer and then got parched and hit up the bar next door… again.

can you say bullet hole women! Waste of 10 bucks

First to review a strip club… well…maybe because people don’t want everyone to know they have been to one. Well, I figure everyone has to go to one at least ONCE right? Not that I’m a connoisseur on the subject, but I figure that this one is par for the course.
I was hoping for happy bustling strip clubs you see in the movies. No sexy «Nip/​Tuck» doctors, no glamorous girls who appear to be self empowered, confident and in complete command of their sexuality. No well lit, club like atmosphere where super human crime scene investigators find key information to solve a dramatic murder case. I’d say the reality has more of a cave-​like vibe of desperation. They don’t serve alcohol unlike in Hollywood strip clubs. Hollywood also doesn’t mention the strange odor of a fog machine mixed with cheap perfume.
I was impressed by some of the crazy stripper pole moves a few of the girls pulled off but most of them seemed like they were only doing this because there is a metaphorical gun pointed at their head. None of this inspired me to do anything but watch a few dances then get out of the more than slightly depressing cave.
Overall, I think my strip club experience made me come to a conclusion that is far more simple than any of the analysis I have encountered in a variety womens studies or feminist discourse – I think being a stripper would suck. I guess I’ll stick to my Hollywood strip clubs.
Tip Generously Everyone!