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| - The Guvernment is Dante's Eighth Circle of Hell. Expensive drinks, overpacked, sweaty, and stuffed to the gills with college kids loaded on the substances that college kids do. (Though we can't hate on that, we were all in college once, too). Still, take all those factors and it leads to a shitty time. I was here to see Royksopp, though I use the term "see" lightly; I didn't see a second of the concert because there was nowhere to stand and see anything. It's a horrible place for a concert, especially if there's a full house, because the floor isn't graduated so that you can't see over the people in front of you. This place is certainly more suited towards DJ acts where "seeing" the performer isn't really that big of a deal. I almost got into a fistfight with some random girl here -- the crowd is *that* hostile. Bad, bad juju here.
The bouncers are dicks, the douche quotient is high, and if you EVER EVER EVER see me at this place again, you have every right to have me committed to a mental institution, because I'd have to be motherfucking crazy to ever come here again.
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