My Living Room Is Bigger Than This Club

The nice thing about being on West Coast time on the East Coast, is that the nights pretty much go as long as I still have money in my pocket. I'm not tired until well after any clubs in the area close, so when I'm this way, I try to get out and sample as much as I can. The Gold Club was right around the corner from my hotel, and I really didn't feel like getting back into my car to find other clubs in the area with higher ratings. Well, I should have.

I paid $10 to the guy at the front door at 1am. Did he even work there? Who knows. First impressions of the place? My living room is bigger. It was shockingly busy for 1am on a Thursday. There was a costume crawl tonight, but none of them were here. It was mostly white guys, dressed a little too fancy for a Thursday night, and one weird dude by the bar with a giant pile of coats in his lap that looked like the guy from Trailer Park Boys.

There weren't many girls, but I don't know if that's because it was so late on a Thursday, or because the place was so damn small. There were certainly plenty of dudes. I assume there's a back area for dances, but who knows if we could have even made it back there because the room was so tight. I saw 4 girls. 2 white, 2 black. The hottest girl looked like Barbie, with a tattoo of her grandma on her leg. She had a great rack and knew she was the most popular girl in the club.