Club in a Tent!??

Describes a visit to the Just Enuff Lounge, or, to be more accurate, its parking lot canvas tent, on Saturday March 7. I got there at ~8:30 and stayed for about an hour. To be honest, this was the oddest club experience I've ever had, so if you'll excuse me, I'll do this review bullet point style, and mention a few things that amused me along the way. Call it incoherent if you must.

1) The club is on an dead end industrial road. As what I think is its usual parking lot is taken up by a giant (I'm guessing 30x50 ft??) tent (like the kind of thing some parents might rent for their kid's high school graduation party), there's hardly any parking on site. But on the far side of a bridge, there's a barely lighted lot available for parking, as well as street parking. Make sure to pay attention to the “No Parking Between Signs” signs on the bridge, because all the cars parked between the signs had parking tickets on their windshields when I left.

2) The club is, quite literally, a house. The front porch is along the road, and if you're not aware that the entrance is around the side, you might go up on the porch, and try the front door, even though it had a “Private” sign on it, and take a step into what looked like a private dance area before realizing you probably shouldn't have gone through that door. There were no custies/dancers there at the moment, so at least I didn't intrude on anybody's fun.