Welcome to MADISON D.C the Douche Capital.
Ahhh Maddy Maddy... I have mixed feelings about you.
By one side I have fond emotions when my youth golden age.
It was 2010 and I was 20, such a tender young man getting lost in your 6 floors, (DUDE IF THIS WAS A HALLOWEEN HAUNTED HOUSE O-M-G I WOULD STOP ATTENDING THE ANNUALWONDERLAND HAUNTED HOUSE).
Anyways I also remember when cover at the entrance was non existent and the lines were long like a high score game of the snake game in the old Nokia cellphones.
Ah the good ol days.
Now Im 24 and still get buzzed at the patio and nostalgia kicks in while I am checking out such pretty girls around me. (no one baits an eye anymore for me)
The nachos are super bad by the way but who cares I come here for the cheap drinks and the killer patio.
The dancefloor hmm. Is sweaty. Now when I go there I have to wear old navy or blue notes clothing otherwise I would ruin my Ferragamo shirts.
P.S
The entrance security guard is a brave soldier, pay my respects captain, you have a tenacious temper that does not decay in the worst winter storm nor with immature kids bearing fake I.Ds.
The band salutes you!
P.S ( I once saw a guy jumping on the spike fence in the ground patio just to get in, as he was being professionally removed by a security guard out of the premises he yelled: I am close to achieve it, next month I will be 19 HAHA frustrated laugh)