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Yes, I went to "theater" part of the Lido. Yes, I knew what it was. That's why my GF and I went. Go with your BF or GF, spend a few bucks to get into the couples theater, just don'
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Per request, I will update this with a blow-by-blow, uhm, I mean, retelling of how Lido works (and if you are Lido pro, correct any misconceptions). First, you walk in and on your left if the toy store. You know, vids, mags, nurse outfits, giant rubber fists, you know the drill. Nothing unique. But to the right is the theater. You have to buy tickets, duh. I think it was like $15 for two or something. And it's not like a 'normal' theater where you go for a specific showing. They just show a DVD and you come and go (dammit!) whenever you want.
So, you go in and sit down. It isn't very big, maybe 1/3 the size of a regular theater. They have theater seats, but the theater isn't slanted, just rows of movie seats conveniently facing straight ahead, and the movie is just being projected onto a wall from a projection TV. There are couples in there (I think they only allow couples in there). And believe it or not, most are just sitting there watching the movie and smoking, really. Or maybe they were doing the popcorn trick and I just couldn't see. One key feature is the linoleum floor and faint, subtle whiff of bleach. You know, for easy clean up.
We got bored because in the time it took you to read the above paragraph, you too would have gotten the idea. Plus, since the porn is on a DVD projector, you can't exactly fast-forward or skip a scene in case your partner doesn't like DP or ATM or if you want to fast forward to the bukkake (Hey Ryan, what's that? "Urban Dictionary. Look it up. I'm not your Guiccione."). So we went 'upstairs' and this is where it gets interesting . . .
You have to be buzzed in. Really, you walk up a little cheesy spiral staircase and push a buzzer and someone will let you in. My guess is that if it gets raided, this may slow down vice just long enough for you to re-arrange your junk. Upstairs are the private rooms and the men's theater. Just inside the door is this little anteroom that feels like a trucker bar without the bar: smokey, dark, no windows, and TVs NOT tuned to porn. So there are men just hanging around. Everyone is just standing around. Some make small talk, but for noobs like us (really, I'm a noob), it was kinda awkward but not scary. We weren't there to share, and they weren't there to just watch, so I tried the Jedi mind trick, "These aren't the droids you are looking for," and they ignored us.
We proceed down the hall and there are small private rooms on each side. Inside each room is a TV (which I suspect you put money into to get it play a feed, or you put in a DVD you rented/bought from downstairs), a pleather couch (note that everything is designed for easy clean-up), and rolls of paper towels. (Oh really, Ryan, was that necessary? Yes.) At the end of the hall is (what I suspect) the men's theater (for men who don't have partners for the downstairs theater?). And it is packed and super-smokey. We just peeked our head in (but just the tip!), got the idea, and cruised.
This was just a little field trip to see what was in there. You know you drive by it all the time on 35 and wonder too, so don't be such a prude. It isn't a scuzzed-out freak fest, but it is a bit shady. We went early on a weekend night, but I imagine (and I have heard) that the stuff that does on there would make Rick James blush.
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