I know Cabo for the nightlife. Back in 2002, I was working in Houston for a couple months. It was my own business, so I rented an apartment and learned the town. One night I went to party at Cabo. Whew! This was the time when ‘Hot in Here’ was the song that got everybody crazy, and that describes Cabo to a T. It was a first class freak riot. Any moment you could have pulled out your video camera and made some footage destined straight for MTV. Me, I was looking for some cool people to hang with, but I know my sophistication marks me in joints like this. Not that I can’t have a good time dancing, but I know these kinds of chicks expect me to driving an Escalade or a superbike, and well. .that’s not my style. But if it is your style, playa. This is your club. As meat markets go, it’s about as outrageous as it gets without pole dancing. Food? Who knows? The beer is cold, the women are hot and the dancefloor is packed. That’s all you need to know. So put down your celly and holla at that honey across the bar. Stop looking at the boxing match on the TV. Ignore the kinda 50s interior. Wait. first go to the cramped bathroom and check your grill, I think you’ve got some french fries in there. OK it’s on. You go playa. Now men and women, you know what to expect. Don’t come here in a rented Ford.
