I've only been once, and once was enough. Never EVER again will I step foot in here.
PURE hadn't been open too long at this point, and we were all really excited to check it out. The lines were long (like wrapping around the wall and nearly out the door), but we bypassed most of it somehow, and I happily let some stranger in line in front of me pay for my entrance fee. What a nice man.
I walked in and.. WHOA MAMA! Can we say.. FIRE HAZARD?! Pray to God there's never an accident in here because it's just jam packed with people. I saw a guy in a wheelchair on the dance floor, and I couldn't help but worry that people were going to trip and fall on top of him.
Actually, it was EXACTLY like being at a crappy rave (not that I've been to a rave in many many years... but this experience brought back some memories...) with way too many people in a much-too-small venue. Holy crap.
I'm sure the setup and decor must've been nice, but I couldn't get far enough past the crowds to take it all in and appreciate. It was a claustrophobic's ultimate nightmare. Seeking some sort of refuge, I climbed outside onto the rooftop and... it was even hot and sweltering out in the open air. Why? Because even that area was jam packed with people.
Needless to say, I didn't dance at all. I just sort of stood in place (I couldn't move even if I wanted to) and bopped every other second when someone accidentally jabbed their knees into the backs of mine. Lovely.