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| - My boy Razzy and I went to the Mayhem Festival and, after a day of the likes of Born of Osiris and CHILDREN OF BODOM, we had to get the hell out before the Rockstar Energy Drink Main Stage Corporate Card, including Five Finger Death Punch, completely ruined my buzz. Is that crap fine for the manicured rock fan in his crisp sleeveless Harley-Davidson tee and factory-distressed American Eagle jeans when he shows up at 6:45pm? Sure -- because all he is focused on is slamming $14 dollar beers while his AP Clerk-Turned-Biker-Bitch-For-The-Night, complete with Pinterested Rob Zombie tee and leather shorts, remembers where they parked the Windstar. But we'd been baking in the sun for hours and were not in the mood for some kind of garbage Kings of Thunder event -- nor were we in the mood for a bad hookah experience.
Why so few hookah places are on yelp in the first place is beside me. I can get 1200 reviews for Matt's Big Breakfast for I can't get ten for any non-Tempe hookah lounge? Come on, Yelp. We can be better than this. So after calling a couple establishments to find out they were closed (or their numbers were bad), we ask a cabbie at a Circle K about what hookah places are actually still in business. He mentions the one on 27th Ave and Northern and I call. David answers, confirms they are in business, and we are off to the Sky.
\Gotta testify, come up in the spot looking extra fly
For the day I die, I'mma touch the sky\
We roll in to find ample seating on a series of couches and a free pool table. A few groups were set up with some hookah with sparklers (Initial Impression = EXCUSE ME?) and we meet Dave at the counter. Polite dude, he discusses their offerings with us and we snag a couple of reasonable-priced drinks and head to our couch.
I was pretty much just a wad of flesh on a big comfy couch but, throughout our visit, the hookah was good and the service was excellent. Coals are consistently changed out and I hear the DJ playing everyone's requests (which, including my request, Thriller, were all very reasonable). We were camped out by the front door but I didn't think the music was too loud (not that I cared to hear the surely well keyed dialogue of Fast Five that was playing on the television).
/Baby, I'm going on an airplane,
And I don't know if I'll be back again.
Sure enough, I sent the plane tickets,
But when she came to kick it, things became different.
Any girl I cheated on, sheets I skeeted on.
I couldn't keep it home, I thought I needed a Nia Long.\
We tried a couple flavors of hookah, played some pool, and at one point, discussed some kind of crazy like e-hookah that you just pull a tab and the damn thing is good for hundreds of puffs (and you can go days in between). Have no idea how this works nor was I in any mood to figure it out. I was three hours removed from Sixpounder and in no mood for math.
By the time we left, I felt we'd adequately taken in the full Sky High experience and all was well. Highly recommend hitting it up. Sky Highly.
/I gotta testify, come up in the spot looking extra fly
For the day you die, You gonna touch the sky (You gonna touch the sky babygirl!) Testify, come up in the spot looking extra fly
For the day you die, You gonna touch the sky/
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