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| - Despite playing nothing but top-40s crap the night we went, I had a pretty great time. How could I not? The entire basement is a dance floor, includes a pole dancing cage, and your standard twinkly club light show stuffs. I could tell I was at a gay/lesbian club, but nonetheless, very eclectic crowd, and people were being sweet to each other. And smiling. And EVERYONE was dancing. Awesome.
Of course, they reallllly need to put an auxiliary bar in there. Completely disorganized, long waits, mismade drinks... makes for a pretty annoying process. I was also pretty amazed that apparently, no one brings cash to clubs anymore. Srsly people... don't make the bartenders run your card every time you order a drink. Costs the club money (and up go the drink prices), makes crotchety would-be-drink-orderers like me cranky.
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