My cousins were in town this past weekend and insisted we do some club crawling at West Gate. I was half sold on the idea as I had just returned home from NYC. I was exhausted and running on fumes but I agreed; with regrets of course.
Although the property is nice and the weather could not have been better I really don't know how people can afford to go out on the town. Every bar/restaurant had a cover charge and absolutely no drink specials to be found anywhere. Where I come from, 2-4-1 specials are the norm and you can always count on a shot special too. Not here! I was broke after 5 stops at 5 bucks a pop and a round of drinks costing me 25 to 35 bucks...I was so sticker shocked I couldn't even work up a slight buzz.
We also went to a club which I would say could qualify as uber-ghetto. I've not seen that much twerking since...well, hmm never mind...Let's just say way more than what I need to see for a lifetime. These people were out of control. I was standing there with my group and it was so crowded, I was soaking wet from booze all the way down my back into my favorite leather loafers. I even observed someone smash a glass in the middle of the dance floor and just kept right on dancing. This shiz was unbelievable.
Fast forward to the next morning, I discovered scratches on my calves and the back of my shirt was stained from what must have been vodka-crans, Jaeger bombs, big-butt beers (yes, they have those) and who knows what else. One things for sure, it wasn't my doing.
All I know is this was one big fat been-there-done-that for me. West Gate and your overpriced douchey establishments... no thank you, I'll stay put in my bubble.