How often are you going out clubbing and this happens to you… You spend about 20 minutes to an hour and half getting duded up for a mega club or hipster bar. Hair’s just right, the vintage belt buckle and $200 ripped jeans are fittin’. You meet your other fashionable bitches and head off to the spot. Getting there, you have to deal with a 50+ person lines, brainless velvet rope apes, or self-absorbed, clipboard-carrying VIP line bitches. Once inside you’re dealing with snub clubbers that are equally bitter about the “getting in” ordeal then you have to waste more time getting a $12 drink that’s been watered down the night before, filled over the rim with ice or just poured week. Patrons are assholes, ugly, pretenscious snobs with no style or anything interesting to say. It seems getting trashed is the only way to have a blow out time…and you just spent too much time and money to get there.
Well stop paying all that cash! and look up this site for the latest open bar in your hood (of course your hood’s in NYC)