Don't get me wrong, it was potentially good (wow spelling), bar the fifty billion under-age-ers, and the 33 year old guy with a 7 year old that kept following us around (he litterally followed us all night, getting all up in our grill and I was like, yo, wanna fight?) (I didn't actually say that).
I just want a good place to party.
Maybe I should start a club in my basement that I don't actually have (althought we possibly have an attick - I think there is potential there).
Hopefully sleep will bring dreams of Vivien Westwood