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dateCreated	2009-03-16 00:00:00 (xsd:dateTime)
itemReviewed	Moon Nightclub
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rev:rating	2 (xsd:int)
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rev:text	Okay, I am a Bourbon/Frenchman kinda gal. This place was ridiculous. People feel inferior because these stupid, ugly club promoters come walking around judging you. You wait in a line to get on some dumb elevator like you're supposed to be important. Yeah, it's free. A small drink? $12. I'm sorry, was the cherry $6? The dance floor is cool. The decor is interesting. But I don't care, I'm there to drink and dance. The dance floor is a little small, at least the way they made it. There are booths on the sides, the DJ is in the front, and they have company parties here apparently. Maybe I went on a bad day. but the second I walk in there it's like I'm disoriented. Fuckin' strobe lights and lasers. I go straight for the bar because I can't handle this shit sober. I was at the bar for 5 seconds and I already STEPPED IN A PIECE OF GUM. Yeah, Kallie...do the bubblegum dance! That'll work! Whatever, I was trying to make the best of it. The bouncer on the dance floor tapped me on the shoulder and asked me if I was lost. Uh, YEAH. Apparently I found a way into HELL. Also, it was 80's night. Okay, if they expect me to deal with AC/DC and GNR remixes they need to GIVE me some 80's to deal with that. The workers were in their 80's garb dancing atop the couches (I totally just typed "douches"). I kept getting nasty, poofy hair in my face. It was everywhere. There were NO cute guys and NONE of them were buying any drinks for the ladies. No one was really dancing. If they call swaying like a blade of grass in the wind dancing...get me the hell out of there. Now, I'm on the dance floor, trying to leave, and this dumb bitch pours her WHOLE glass of wine on me. My hair, my dress, down my bra. And goes, "Heyyyy, you smell, I lost my drink - we're even!" Oh no we're not. Fuck this place. I left. It's a shame, because the DJ was totally adorable. He looked like he should've been in Spoon or Ratatat or something. Me-ow! Are Sundays old fart night or what? The crowd wasn't 20-somethings, I'd say it was 40+.
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rev:reviewer	Kal

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