It didn’t suck, but no luck.

After a meeting, I decided to stop by Club 215, as I’ve always passed the club on the freeway. The club was fairly easy to get to, just right off the 215 freeway. When you pull into the parking lot, its easy to navigate and find parking. I did have a hard time finding the entrance, but finally found my way. You walk up the stairs near the back, over to the right is an entrance sign. If you’re drunk and/or not paying attention, the entrance door can be a challenge to find still. After walking in, I was greeted by a tall and stocky white guy (bouncer or manager, I’m assuming). He didn’t say much except letting me know its a $20 cover charge. Mind you, the door way to entrance ratio is so short and narrow, there was hardly any room between the door, myself, and the dial entrance.I had to pull out my cellphone to find the money in my wallet. It was annoyingly dark at the entrance.

After paying and entering the dial, the doorman patted me Down and asked if I had any weapons; I didn’t, so I passed into the club finally.

‘Twas about 2pm, and the club is even darker than the entrance. When I entered, I saw the bar not too far away to the right. The doorman was also doubling as the bartender. I bought a $6 water, as they were out of my favorite blueberry Red Bull.