Thanks for the drinks.. and the sickness

Once upon a time, or say last week, two lovely ladies went out for a proper rollicking girl's night out. The plan was to emulate the legendary spicy ladies and dress to the nines, tempt multitudes of men with our feminine wiles, and generally drink and be merry. The dressing up part was solidly down - we were so well dressed that two random weirdos stopped us on the street simply to tell us we were beautiful, we'd just finished a jug of deliciously fresh white sangria, and were on our way to a club we'd never been before. Visiting a new club is always a cool experiment as you don't know what to expect beyond the hype and hearsay. They should really rename this club Bar Yuppie since it is located in the yuppiest neighborhood in Vancouver and I had never seen so many patrons flashing their Blackberries and iPhones as I saw here - even compared to Vegas!

We were playing the night by ear so we hadn't called in for guest list, but we weren't worried about getting in as we were first in line and we were girls! Girls always get in easy right? WRONG. Our buzz and our patience wore thin as we waited in the cold night while group after group of DUDES passed by us. What gives?! The guest list lineup was filled with guys, all slipping the bouncer a sly buck, that just kept waltzing through, while the regular line consisted of me, Lisa, and another group of girls behind us. One man even had the nerve to complain about the cold AS HE WALKED RIGHT BY US. Personally, I believe the bouncer had to be blind or something because why else would he leave two attractive girls out in the cold?

Desperate times called for desperate measures and the girls behind us suggested we take off our coats and flash some skin to get in. How degrading, but it was a worth a try! Off went our coats and out came our cleavage. I'm not sure if teeth chattering is hot, but it seemed to work for all the men in line... except the head bouncer manning that precious velvet rope. Perhaps we should have stuck twenties down our necklines since it would seem that all he saw was green. After 10 more minutes of waiting, it seemed our trick had some effect because we were finally let in.

Inside the club, the decor was mostly exposed brick and wooden floors. There are two main bars and a sizeable dance floor with a VIP area near the DJ booth. It was rather annoying how the coat check was downstairs and not near the door. Also there was no separation from the bar area and the dance floor meaning constant traffic. However, the DJ was pretty solid and the crowd rather friendly, although flaily (not good). I loved the bathroom in the club as there was a great little seating area with couches and tables perfect for resting one's feet, and for other girls we saw there, for rolling joints.

My final impressions of this night was a cold two days later, and a sense of disgruntledness. This bar really needs to replace that bouncer because he is clueless to the fundamental business model of a club: girls = boys = boys buying drinks for girls = money! It really doesn't get much simpler than that. Also another thing annoying about this club was that drunk guys should really keep their hands to themselves. Grabbing at random girls passing you by or grinding randomly IS NOT going to get you anywhere except a dirty look, or even a slap in the kisser. Take a lesson from the other guys at the bar: say hi, be polite, and ask her first if she would like to dance.