lunes, enero 10
Hedonistic Octagon
Down here in South Florida there is a relatively new casino that has opened in the Seminole Reservation in Broward County. It's called the Hard Rock Hotel & Casino, just click to learn more. They have recently opened an area on the complex that houses nightclubs and bars. What I'm about to tell you is my experience at one of these new clubs.
The name of the disco is Passion, and a more appropriate name doesn't exist since you need a real passion for nightclubs to thoroughly enjoy your time there. There is also no need to be inebriated at this club. The walls vibrate furiously from how hard the bass hits. Most people didn't mind the trickle of blood emanating from their ears. My heart for one didn't function correctly for the next 36 hours. I am not 65 years old, I have nothing against concerts, loud music, or anything of that sort. I think many of my past posts will vouch for the fact that I have been to some very loud venues but that club had to be the most painful to endure soundwise, outside of the Ashlee Simpson performance at the FedEx Orange Bowl earlier this month.
Upon getting into the club, for free thanks to the always hooked up Brian Cohen, the most noticeable thing was how different this club was from the ones down in Miami and Miami Beach. There seems to be a vast shortage of young people in Broward. I have never been to any bar/club there where there is a large group of 40-somethings. What a disgrace. Talk about ruining the evening. The last thing I want to do when I go out is look at old people. Especially ones who look their age and are proud of it. Don't they know that's why there's TV, so the youth doesn't have to see them at night. The worst part was that this balding short man and his date who seemed to be making the most of the fact that the babysitter would take care of the kids the entire night. The two of them made out on the dance floor for the entire time I was there. When the paramedics came to help a girl who had broken her ankle I was sure that they had been called to help this passionate couple out of a sever case of lock-jaw.
Needless to say it was disgusting that they wouldn't stop and wouldn't get their hands out of each other's pants. Every person around them had their backs to them and would only turn in hopes to find that they had stopped or passed out from lack of oral fluids or died from chocking on each other's tongues.
The choice of music wasn't bad. It was mostly hip hop. Hardly any of it was from the past three years though. Could've been better but could've been a lot worse.
A bartender asked me what I wanted to drink and then I guess forgot what I said as he caressed his biceps and went on to serve two other people before coming back and asking again like if I has just chugged the imaginary drink he served me the first time.
The place has potential, tons of it. Especially since it has 5 different rooms and only half of one was open. I guess it deserves another shot but no sooner than 2 months from now. Hopefully by then that nasty couple would have made it past second base.
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The name of the disco is Passion, and a more appropriate name doesn't exist since you need a real passion for nightclubs to thoroughly enjoy your time there. There is also no need to be inebriated at this club. The walls vibrate furiously from how hard the bass hits. Most people didn't mind the trickle of blood emanating from their ears. My heart for one didn't function correctly for the next 36 hours. I am not 65 years old, I have nothing against concerts, loud music, or anything of that sort. I think many of my past posts will vouch for the fact that I have been to some very loud venues but that club had to be the most painful to endure soundwise, outside of the Ashlee Simpson performance at the FedEx Orange Bowl earlier this month.
Upon getting into the club, for free thanks to the always hooked up Brian Cohen, the most noticeable thing was how different this club was from the ones down in Miami and Miami Beach. There seems to be a vast shortage of young people in Broward. I have never been to any bar/club there where there is a large group of 40-somethings. What a disgrace. Talk about ruining the evening. The last thing I want to do when I go out is look at old people. Especially ones who look their age and are proud of it. Don't they know that's why there's TV, so the youth doesn't have to see them at night. The worst part was that this balding short man and his date who seemed to be making the most of the fact that the babysitter would take care of the kids the entire night. The two of them made out on the dance floor for the entire time I was there. When the paramedics came to help a girl who had broken her ankle I was sure that they had been called to help this passionate couple out of a sever case of lock-jaw.
Needless to say it was disgusting that they wouldn't stop and wouldn't get their hands out of each other's pants. Every person around them had their backs to them and would only turn in hopes to find that they had stopped or passed out from lack of oral fluids or died from chocking on each other's tongues.
The choice of music wasn't bad. It was mostly hip hop. Hardly any of it was from the past three years though. Could've been better but could've been a lot worse.
A bartender asked me what I wanted to drink and then I guess forgot what I said as he caressed his biceps and went on to serve two other people before coming back and asking again like if I has just chugged the imaginary drink he served me the first time.
The place has potential, tons of it. Especially since it has 5 different rooms and only half of one was open. I guess it deserves another shot but no sooner than 2 months from now. Hopefully by then that nasty couple would have made it past second base.
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