The elusive cool club, the group all the outcasts want to hang out at but can't seem to manage a single eye bat from for the longest time but when you do and get that chance to shine you're all giddy about it. You finally get to see what that inside look is like, to try and feel the feeling of inclusiveness and see what the sparkle is all about. Yup all that except once you see it you're a little sad, disappointed and taken aback by it all. You thought the cool kids were, well.. cool.
That's pretty much what it boiled down to for me here at Pure last weekend.
We had found a promoter on the streets that day who got us on a guest list, nice. They were all raving about how amazing it was and it's the place to be and blah and blah and even other promoters who we passed afterwards had asked us where we were going and we told them and they raved. We got there about 11 and luckily we didn't wait too long in what was a "line." It was more like a heard of cattle being moved by the sheep dog (guy with the list).
Drink prices were average and bar wait time was none to minimal which surprised me, DJ was OK.. the roof deck was pretty, may just be the only drawing point for some but I wouldn't return. It didn't draw me though because I didn't know they had one till we ventured up the stairs.
The crowd was a mix and it was packed to the gill, clearly people from not only all over the country but the world. That was sort of cool, I mean we were all tourists that day just trying to have a good time.
Maybe I wasn't drunk enough to want to have others' drinks spilled on me cause people couldn't drink them down while they danced. Have people not learned that skill yet? I'm still shocked at that.