Walking through the halls of The Cathouse reminded me of the Haunted Mansion in Disneyland. Yes, I know that sounds really absurd, but if you can get in this joint, check out the "rooms" and tell me they don't!?
After a really generous friend (read: high roller) was kind of enough to pay for 2 (!!) bottles for our group of 14, we were escorted to a cute booth inside the Cathouse.
The music on Friday was awesome, the crowd was getting low, low, low, low, and *gasp* I saw some apple bottom jeans.
I can finally say I've been to the Cathouse without feeling like a dirty ho.