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| - ZERO STARS but since I can't do that, 1-Star it is!
Yays:
-We didn't pay to get in.
Nays:
-Sausageville
-Sausages walking around, were arrogant sons of their mothers.
-The Music, OMG who the hell dances to "Sweet Caroline"?! Seriously???
-Really bright strobe lights, like searchlight bright, so bright that they can induce seizures. I got an f'n headache 10 mins into entering the dancefloor.
We walk up to the entrance, and there is absolutely no organization AT ALL, complete chaos. Tons of people just standing around at the front trying figure out how the heck to get in. I understand that chicks are always lookin to get something for nothing but I was really looking forward to just hanging out with a group of girls but the females that I went with, out-of-towner friends of a friend, were being sacks of poo to our promoter, so he made us wait for about 30 minutes, yep, just standing there waiting. No line, no nothing, just standing there in a sea of females.
As we were waiting, I was just observing who they were selecting to go in... GROUPS OF GUYS, WTF?! Granted, they probably bought tables, work there, blah, blah, blah but there are crap loads of females that they're not letting in, hello?! So I already knew wtf to expect inside... And I was RIGHT.
Sausageville to the MAX. All the tables were occupied by sausage and not one female would even go near the tables, there was more sausage than chicks on the dancefloor, and there was so much sausage at the bar, NOT buying drinks. And not to mention the fact that if you don't respond to any of their one-liners or phyiscal (BARF) advances, they cry whine and call you names, although I thought it was quite entertaining how these DBs handled rejection haha!
And to the DB that wouldn't move when I needed to get past you and you started pushing me when I squeezed through you and your DB friend, you might want to rethink the whole DB attitude... You may be 7" tall but your FACE could use some work.
The name "Vanity" fits this place well. All the people that go there all so full of themselves.
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