Shits and Giggles

What an adventure it is for me whenever I visit LA!
I came here on a Friday night with some friends. I loved the feeling and atmosphere in the place. Everyone was all about dancing and having a great time. The bf and I danced and watched the show they put and when we got tired we sat on the couches and watched everyone else truly enjoy themselves.
The bf got a couple drinks, a glass of Hennessey was $ 10 and a G&T was $ 7. He was suprised but the NYC in me was not shocked at all. City living for ya.

They just moved to Wilshire and Western. The venue is not as swanky as the 740 club but the atmosphere is even better and the outdoor patio is so nice especially on beautiful summer nights.

This place is super fun. Upon entering, you’ll find your run of the mill club except a bit more grabassing in all senses of that word — than I’m used to anyway. What it lacks in distinction it more than makes up for in exuberance. Like many other clubs, image carries the bulk of currency here, but at the same time, uglies like myself can be made to forget since every moving thing is fair game. It’s kinda awesome in that it reminds you that everyone is reduced to a hole and that’s ok here. for those with more discriminating taste, perhaps, this isn’t for you. But for anyone whose self-​image has hit rock-​bottom and want to find a way to reclaim a certain sense of visibility in the world, this place is it.
what’s holding me back giving it five stars? Well, it might have something to do with the fact that all I have left of that one fateful night is a vague recollection of having lost my sunglasses, although I suppose then that would beg the question of why anyone would wear sunglasses in a club, puking, and having my limping body used as a prop for a picture (think taking a picture with Mickey Mouse with a gag ball thrown into the mix). I was also followed by a security guard, I believe, because I had been dozing off by the bathroom. Classy!

The name alone reduces most people to giggles.
Apparently, I’ve been AWOL on Unilocal because I’ve been dancing practically every night of the week for the past 6 months (not completely untrue).
Every Friday night there is a party in the bowels of downtown. Think Party Monster. Or at least that’s what it used to seem like. The venue is inconspicuous, just another downtown building, but it’s somewhat grand once you step inside. You even get to wait and walk on a red carpet that leads to the entrance of the club, which is in an alley (because that’s cool, right?) Overall, it’s nice, although I wish I could say the same about the patrons. To be fair, some people are friendly enough to chat with you… but only if you look good. Luckily, I have attractive friends.
Typical club for the alternative of the already «alternative» lifestyle. I go for the music. My grandmother’s legs used to ache when rain was a-​comin’. Mine ache whenever I haven’t allowed them to fly across S n G’s dance floor.
Oh yeah, a few weeks back, someone performed in Patsy Stone drag. An homage to one of the greatest hairstyles ever. It was moving.