Part of the Fruit Loop scene, Free Zone was the first stop of our gay bar crawl. When we parked, my friend said it must be dead because she was able to find parking right away. I thought the lot had a decent amount of cars in it.
Well, it was pretty much dead but it was also Sunday night. We ordered some drinks at the bar and went to a booth to lounge. The drinks were pretty damn weak but extremely cheap at $5 a piece.
We watched the shot boy wandering around offering shots which patrons could shoot from his crotch. He would later retrieve them from people's mouths with his own mouth. Oh wow...
We finished our drinks quickly and hustled out of there. The place reminded me a bit of Spotlight in Hollywood (not that I've ever been inside-- just that sort of vibe). It looks like they have cheap happy hour though. Now if only the drinks were stronger!
The bouncer not only checked ID but checked my bag and then later questioned if I was carrying a flask. Hm. The chick smoking out front was incredulous he asked me anything. Later he was sad to see us practically running out.
Oh, Sunday is karaoke night. RUN.