Cloud 9

For Tulsa C9 is pretty good. I've seen worse, that's for sure. C9 isn't the fanciest club, but it is a lot of fun. The club is usually packed on Fri and Sat nights, attesting to its popularity.  The $1 dances every hour or two make this place a lot of fun. One can usually find a hottie or two here, but that's about it most nights. If you're looking for Vegas style strip club, this is not the place. Then again there aren't any Vegas style clubs on Tulsa.  Overall this is a fun club if you come with the right attitude.

Man... Cloud 9 brings back memories. Long before I became a gentlemen's club connoisseur, there was cloud 9. I don't exactly know why every surface in the place is covered in Metal Plate, but it somehow works. That and the $3 big ass beer made this place a good time.

The dancer's are well... dancers. Nothing too special here. It's hit or miss. I do miss the legs n eggs breakfast buffet. That was always fun. It's a good time over there.

basically, I will give 5 stars to every strip club I go to.

it's not because the girls are exotic beauties or they give lap dances for free or because they serve you jack daniels in crystal chalices... but because it's a strip club and strip clubs are always fun, no matter what.

with that being said... cloud 9 was found before heading to Rocklahoma and after a long flight/lost luggage/shitty directions.

it was almost like walking in to the fun house at a carnival.  I'm not even slightly exaggerating when I say that every surface in the entry was covered with metal diamond plate. floors, ceiling, walls, doors, counters... even the bouncer had a grill made of diamond plate. (still not exaggerating.)

5$ later I'm in the midst of 3$ "big ass beers", boobs and bacon.

bacon?

oh, I didn't mention the fact that at 1am they host a little thing called "legs and eggs"?  yea... they set up a huge free breakfast buffet with eggs, bacon, fruit salad, donuts, pigs in a blanket, potatoes...  all served w/ your choice of malt liqour.

between the diamond plate interiors (even the bathrooms), the free buffet and the "dollar dances" the cavemen I went to college with were wondering what it would cost to get a weekend pad in glorious Tulsa, Oklahoma.

not too shabby, y'all.

and it was fun seeing the rockstars of the 80's up at the stage dropping money on these girls.

me: "excuse me mr tattoo-ed, black leather pants, long haired and chains as jewelry.... you going to rocklahoma?"
rockstar:  "yea."
me thinking: "no kidding.  who the hell are you?"

the dj 10 minutes later: "yea, so those were the guys from Slaughter."
us: "ohhhhh, rock on!"

Oklahoma! where the sleaze comes rockin' to the plains.