Red Room, will you marry me in a heartfelt and uncharacteristically dignified Vegas ceremony befitting our profound and genuine love for one another? Seriously, Soul Kitchen on Thursdays made me fall in love with you, and your promoter/DJ Edgar Reyes, solid house headliners (Stacy Kidd? For FREE?!), good dancers, strong drinks, flairtending, clean restroom and cigarette-lighting doorguy (aka My Best and Most Expensive Lighter Ever) clearly prove that you love me, too.
I have danced many a Thursday away here and met so many beautiful bboys and househeads, the kind who dance adjacent to me nonflirtatiously all night and whisper a quick "thank you" to me before I leave.
Eff The Strip and its red ropes. Thank crips for the Red Room and the locals' Vegas scene.