Tuesday, July 03, 2007

Red Door (If you love Red Door - dont read this)

I no longer go to Red Door. Here is a list why:

1. The drinks are TERRIBLE. I dont think I have ever had a good drink there.

2. The door guys always pick on someone in the group. But I have seen some scruffy people walking around in there. What is that about?

3. The music is good, but there is no dance floor, and when people create it, there is absolutley no way to move in that area.

4. Did I mention the drinks are terrible?

5. Does every guy in there have on the same outfit, haircut, and read the same body building magazine? Can I get a little bit of variety. I guess this is a good place for people who like to be around a bunch of clones. Maybe some scientists!

6. Every girl in there has fake hair, boobs, and eyelashes. My god. Put a clone with a plastic and you are just asking for boredom.

A few things that make this trip a little more comfortable.

1. The door guys are very nice to me.

2. I like the music.

3. Rarely a line.

Actually, this is all I can think of. Hmmmm!

3 comments:

Judz said...

And you need to spend at least a c-note if you want to get the phone number of a pair ... wait, nevermind

Powdered Sugar said...

I think its a lot easier to just take someone home than to try to get a phone number. :)

Anonymous said...

I have to agree with the above statement..easiest way to do it: hover over the bar around 1:50am (but make sure the lights aren't on yet), pick out the drunkest girl in the bunch (careful so that she's not falling over...at least not yet), hand her another drink (preferably one that's already on the bar and someone forgot), whisper sweet nothings in her ear (hopefully her friends are just as drunk and won't pull her away)...and then as 2am hits and the crowd starts heading out, grab her and get lost....to think about it, this might actually come back and bite me in the ass...how else would I know how it's done so well if I haven't experienced it first hand?!!!!!! And will prob experience time and again....oh the good old Red Door...