We’re all grownups, right?

The deeper you go, the longer you walk through the hallways and rooms filling more and more with people, the more you feel the beat. Not just the beat of the music - though that was certainly getting stronger and more clothes-shaking - but the beat of the people…

When you get that many people together, in such a small space, adding booze, dope, and fun intentions, it’s almost like the bar/club/venue is a living thing that pulses and breathes.

Those who venture this far inwards have found a new place - a place we all share. A vibe we create. That vibe can vary or turn, though - which I guess is part of the fun. You never know what you’re going to experience, each time you turn a corner.

Coming through a low-ceiling area, the stairs lead up, lights flash onto the stairs you climb, in perfect sync with the music building, the beat drops just as your field of vision clears the line and you see the sprawling cup-shaped levels, all circling the stage with a band, dancers, and a few small groups of people dancing and talking...

Looking down over the area, you search for your friends, while noting the bars, stairs, etc. There. There they are - you waive and tap your buddy on the stomach and point.

Regardless of the condition of your friends when you do see them, a round of shots, drinks, or chugging items will be shared. It’s a kick in the ass to get things really going.

What is said will most certainly be lost to the ages. Here, anything goes. Fun is had, bad ideas are implemented - with gusto, I might add. What is mostly remembered is the vibe. The entire night takes-on one larger memory or feeling. We build it as we go, and we remember if were lucky.

Please don’t make us leave.