Within my first hour at Beacher's, I saw:
- A woman with the biggest boobs I'd ever seen crush beer cans, a watermelon and 3 wooden boards with her massive chest.
- Midgets attached to a harness flying over the club delivering bottles to tables
- A girl puking into her friend's hand as they were sprinting out of the club (true friendship)
- To my shock and surprise, my wife being excited to see Pauly D (is it 2010 up in here?)
-Lots and lots of confetti
It's a club without a dance floor. If you're not getting bottle service, you're kind of screwed since there isn't really anywhere to hang otherwise. It basically turned into a sea of humanity around 1am. The music was mainly 90's hip hop/R&B with some splashes of EDM.
So the DJ rocks out for about 15 minutes and then there's a "show" which ranges from midget wrestling to magic to a Pee Wee Herman impersonator and then it goes back to the DJ. Most of the "shows" weren't that great. I felt like most of them actually killed the momentum of the party. Everyone is up on their feet jamming out to a fun tune, then they stop the music and everyone has to sit down to watch the show.
I think people might have loved this stuff 10-12 years ago when Jeff Beacher first gained notoriety for his traveling band of freaks but not when Rose Rabbit Lie has stepped up this kind of game to a whole new level. The midget bottle delivery was still damn funny though.