a final visit, parting ways

Decided to drop by this club one last time before moving to the West Coast.

It was a cold summer afternoon in Bridgeport. When I arrived around 230pm, there were still plenty of parking around the corner. I parked the street immediately adjacent to the club, in plain view. Honestly felt that was the safest option as there are decent amount of car traffic.

I walked over and was manhandled by one of the big burly bouncer again who made me take off my hat and everything. Handed over 5 dollars and scooted in.

The blast of latin music always hits you first when you enter in through the door. It is always so much darker inside, it takes a few seconds for your eyes to adjust.