A Strip Club Next to the Airport

I looked down at my phone, with the directions to the hotel, where the reunion was taking place. Then, I looked over at the big sign that said 'Landing Strip' and I made my choice. A quick drive over, and I was inside of the 'Landing Strip', the only strip club in the city, and that was only because the airport officially wasn't within city limits. After handing over my ten dollars to the doorman, I stepped through the front door, and immediately heard the shitty trap music, smelled the mix of shitty cologne, glitter, and desperation that coats any strip club, and at least thanked the good lord that even Florida had banned smoking inside of strip clubs.

Now, the question is, did I want to sit right up front, near the stage, or find a table for myself?