Strange Place

I popped into Honey's wednesday afternoon. No idea why, looking for fun, I suppose.

To start, the place is in an old bank or something. The parking lot around the area is enormous. It's also bombed out and covered in potholes. Parking was plentiful right in front because not many people were there.

I paid cover, which is fine, but the place makes you show an ID, which is also fine, then copies down your information into a notebook - which is not fine. It struck me as strange and I've never had another club do something similar. It really put a damper on any fun I might've had. I just don't understand why they needed to record the info.