I didn't pay for a cover....Thank god the bartender lady chick coyote (whatever you call them) was drunk, liked my tattoos and told the bouncer to let me in....SCORE!!!
At the same time, we walked in very disappointed. Unlike Zell C. at the time we had gone there we weren't surrounded by frat boys, but old men who just wanted to act like frat boys. EWWW....
Thank God for the Ugly Stick (yard long drinks) you can buy outside...Because the inside is not worth the time.