Completely dead on an early Monday night.

Caveat before I get into the details. This was a Monday in the early evening.

This was absolutely hands down the lamest club experience I've ever had. The club is located at 44th st. and Thomas in Phoenix. Hence the name Sugar 44. Parking is around in the back. I walked in, and the girl working the front desk was playing on her phone. I caught her off guard as she wasn't even paying attention. I paid the cover charge and got some ones.

Upon entering, there is a dance stage to the left, and a bar to the right. There were probably four or five girls just sitting together at the bar talking with each other. There were a handful of guys sitting around. And when I say sitting, I mean, just sitting. No girls dancing. No girls talking to the guys. WTF? There are two separate VIP areas on either side. But I never made it that far to learn anything about them.