It's Corn's brother's girlfriend's (stay with me here) - birthday! And we are going here.
It's a bar in the gaybourhood. I've never been. Upon closer inspection, it appears to have 3 levels...one of them being a calmer, martini lounge. That's where I'll be setting up camp because I can't handle dance bars. I hate the loudness (I am hard of hearing and can't hear diddly when trying to have a conversation), the atmosphere and the seizure-inducing lights (this is why I can never go out with my homegirl, Flea). The last time I was in a dance bar was about 3 years ago with Pay. It was fun until a small, hairy gentleman started dancing with me and talked to my boobs the whole time. They were probably better conversationalists anyway since I couldn't hear anything.
But considering this place is in the gaybourhood - that is unlikely to happen. Maybe a small, hairy man will talk to Corn's boobs instead!
Have a great weekend, all.