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| - I fucking LOVE this place...in a very post-modern way.
When a group of friends checked out this place while I was out of town, my sociology masters friend laughed and threw up his hands "That place was fucking fantastic!" The guy friends just turned away, silent. The females looked at me with laser like intensity and went "oooohhh...god...no" while shaking their heads. I was hooked.
My opportunity to drag a friend who had not been to it last time came up with a friend's birthday celebration happening. At Caseys, everyone asked what my plans were and I proudly proclaimed Cherry Pit, baby! The typical response was taken aback with "that new place with the fucking VELVET ROPE on MILL?". YEAH BABY.
We arrived around 12:45am, got ushered in by the Matrix agents for VIP. I was overwhelmed once we walked up the stairs...was I an extra for the movie Less Than Zero? Robert Downy Jr,...is that YOU?!?
We first wandered to the right which has a sloping walkway opening up to a massive dance floor packed with people sucking face and staring at the muppet boot dancers. Where is Eric Nies? Is this the MTV Grind try outs, 1992? We walked up to the top of the walkway with round booths VIP but it wasnt the right ones. So we went back around the Bosch scene into the smaller, more intimate room to the left of the entrance. We found our friends in a side room with a muppet booth fembot writhing. We had our own waitress who was fast and really friendly. G&T for like 3 something in a PINT glass? No wonder everyone was sprawled all over the couches, half asleep by the time we arrived. We got some liquid courage and hit Hades aka the large floor. Getting another drink special for 3 bucks, we freaked out to top 40 hip hop...that werent even FULL songs...it would be like 2 minutes of a song hook then awkwardly bleep into the song. I felt like I was in a nature documentary on modern mating rituals among the smoke and lights and striped button down shirts and sequin halter tops.
AMAZING. Who gives a shit about the huge posters of a naked torso with a cherry pie slice over her hoo-hah? It adds to it, baby. I may be lactose intolerant, but this kind of cheese? I'm eatin it up baby, and I'll be back for seconds.
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