Thursday, September 9, 2010

Review of Suite 181:

Sometimes I like to escape from my privileged life.... and their ain't no place like the TL to do it. It is important and it builds character. I need a little danger in my life. There are times when the girls and I wanna practice our Matrix and Heartbeat moves and walk it out, walk it out, walk it out. . We just wanted to "get down" (read that last part again in a Lil John voice) to some rap music.


Well, more often than not, we like to watch sexy thuggish guys shine their shoes and two step.

So with reviews like these, why not Suite 181?! The two star review would deter most people, but no, not us. It amplified the appeal. The cab pulled up right in front. We didn't get out. "Where is it?" Cab driver pointed right outside. But it just looked like your average crack whore row. "Your joking, right?" We actually thought he was joking with us. Cab driver had a good laugh at us four white girls too scared to get out of the car. Then we all just started laughing. That "excited, scared, what are we doing, omg like we are actually going in here" laugh. He wished us "good luck" and away we went.

I would not pay to come here. Ever. We were on the guest list, and actually got ready at a decent hour, so we made it in time. There were some impressive dancers here, we definitely were not one of them, but we did pick up a few pointers. It is definitely a once a year kind of place. There are some things so special they should only happen once a year. Mind you, I use "special" with a broad interpretation. If I had paid to get in, I may be hating a bit more. Basically I will try anything once, and if it is free, I may even try it twice.

My guess is the people who have fun at this club don't Yelp. Is that bad to say? Am I generalizing? Well don't most of you people live in the Marina and the "inner" mission? Come on, be honest. No, No, I kid, I love you guys!! But really.
I saw a guy here in a full purple suit, gator shoes, and shutter shades, and that is A-ok with me.