by David C. on I was made to feel cheap and dirty and I enjoyed it. Although my dear L.o.m.l. and I had began our Saturday night at The BookHouse Pub I really can't remember too much about that place. After sharing a table with 2 guilty gents (they stole the table we had staked out and invited us over when L.o.m.l. gave them a look that at once accused them of murdering babies and secondly offered emotional devastation). I wasn't able to milk out free drinks from them but oh well. After some small talk she asked "what is the one thing I've got to experience in Atlanta?" One of them instantly offered: "The Clermont Lounge, where strippers go to die". She is no prude; this is the woman who took ME to Jumbo's Clown Room (http://www.rateclubs.com/bi...). She gave me a look and I immediately took one last swig of my drink and chased down the waitress to close our tab. When I went back for her she was already saying goodbye to the table crashers and breaking for the door. A few minutes later the navigation said we arrived. We saw nothing other than a closed and run down hotel/motel. Sensing a truly seedy experience I told her to drive around back; jackpot. There were a few folks parked in the parking lot obviously up to no good; we both knew this night would be special. We had no clue. I don't know why, but I immediately thought of Jodie Foster and that movie with the pinball machine. My visual cortex was rendered damaged after only a short time there. Truth be told, we actually enjoyed a romantic evening together. We were engaged in a mutually blissful trance of love when a woman in her 60's (or more) sensuously caressed my shoulder and offered me a dance. L.o.m.l. began to immediately reach for her purse when the "dancer" picked up on our vibe and said "you guys don't need me, but you'll need a room soon." She walked/waddled away as innocently as she arrived. I showered before bed that evening...for a very long time. I tried to shampoo my eyes but it only caused more pain. I wore pajamas buttoned all the way to the top but it was too late. I had been deflowered and nothing I could do would bring back my innocence. Even worse, as I began to reflect on my experience I had to admit that I enjoyed it. I am now a whore.
by Fermin Koczwara on Im only referring to the club downstairs. This place is truly awful. Terrible service. Terrible crowd. They PAD YOU DOWN AT THE DOOR. (Is this for real?) Avoid it like the plague. They force you to coat check (concealed weapons?) and then you have to wait 25 mn to get your coat back.
