Dollie's and C-Mowes Friday night
I visited Dollie's and C-Mowes Friday night between 1200AM and 200AM.
Both places were dead.
There were about four dancers at Dollie's, including a fairly attractive, thin blond who was drunk off her ass. I overheard her stating that she is thirty-two years old and has been dancing since she was seventeen. She stated that she previously worked at Hustler but was fired. She had the undivided attention of another patron, and I didn't try to spend any time with her. There was a dancer who was rather humongous. The other two dancers were occupied the entire time that I was there. The night was bitterly cold, and the local L.E. officer arrived at the club shortly after me. His presence did not deter any activity. He was a friendly fellow and knew the staff and a few of the patrons. Since there wasn't much opportunity at Dollie's, which is a favorite of mine, I went to C-Mowes.
C-Mowes was worse. The barmaid was an oppositional loudmouth. While there were nine or ten dancers, and about as many patrons, there wasn't anything happening. The dancers were pretty hot, but I didn't see any private dances, and the dancers were sitting at the bar with patrons except when on stage.