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went to the Vinyl club in ashland last night, and boy are my legs tired.

Almost everyone from the shop was there: Vince and Lorraine, Barry, myself, and the shop boys, Clinton and Rick and his gf, Vivian. We made a plan to meet at Rick's @ 9:30 to do a little pre-funk b4 the club.

i was a vinyl virgin and when i walked in, i have to admit i wasn't that impressed. low ceilings, 2 medium sized rooms one of which was the dance floor. The co-owner, Max, offered us a drink and a hello as we investigated the scene. It was about 1030 and a total of 5 people were there, not counting our party of 7, but Max assured us it would be hopping soon.

The most important question of the night then arose: where to sit? A premo spot right in front of the dance floor could hold us all, plus the couch around the table had the hippest zebra fabric! We claimed it, and in celebration, decided Jager shots were in order
(@ 5 bucks a pop, it was our last round of that).
Later we soaked up some strawberry jello shots, rum & cokes, long island ice teas and screwdrivers.

After making seating arrangements, people started trickling in at the rate of about 5 every 20 minutes. Upon our 3rd drink order, someone kicked the table and sent our drinks flying. We were all too funked to really care that the 3rd round was now on the floor and another $39 had to be shelled out.

At about midnight, my drunk ass finally hit the dance floor where i proceeded to drop it like it was especially hot. More drinks were ordered and once again spilled on the floor. (Not once, though, did Barry spill a thing.)

Rick and Viv left at 1 and the rest of us intermittently squeezed our way onto the ultra-packed dance floor that, I suspect, had to be breaking some fire codes.
Clint and I played 'boob war' with nudie cards on the stickiest table in the joint while Lorraine got felt up from behind my an all-around small middle-eastern man-child.

2 am came and went and we noticed no one had cleared out, but we were ready to go. We stumbled to the car where lorraine drove our slurring, beligerent asses home,,, but not before we saw a house on fire off of Table Rock Rd..

It was decided that we MUST make this a regular event, but research is now in place to find dive bars not so far away.


No matter how many times I swear it away, Jager still seems to find its way into my nightlife...