Apologies for the misleading title, but actually I did not end up in one. There was a club called Ménage and there were three of us, but alas...no sexy time. Sigh, it's been six months...
A proper girls' night out was long overdue, so I headed out to Pasadena with Leigh and Elise yesterday. Now, being the cheapskates that we were, we drove three blocks past our first destination to park in a lot where we wouldn't have to pay. And being the cheapskates that we were, this meant we had to walk those three blocks back to our first stop. Making that trek in 4-inch heels wouldn't have been bad if it hadn't been for the group of super creepy high school boys leering at us and literally following us up the street. Not even trying to be subtle. Really, what is the point of that? It's not gonna get you laid, that's for damn sure. We made our loud and hasty escape by running a red light, laughing hysterically and ducking into the safety of LIV Lounge while leaving the creepers behind on the other side of the street.
We arrived at 10:30pm, barely in time to catch their 2-for-1 drink special. The friendly bartender told us that we'd be the last ones to get the deal for the night, so Leigh and I each happily ordered our go-to girly drink--Sex on the Beach. I must say, it was really delicious there. I definitely recommend giving it a taste. We met up with an old acquaintance who was DJing that night, and he promptly ordered a round of Kamikazes for all of us, which were also quite easy on the taste buds. Never has alcohol at a bar been so easy to come by. Fuck yeah.
After some dancing, we decided it was time to move elsewhere. We hopped on over to Club Ménage where the promoters practically begged us to go in (as they did with everyone else who was passing by), so naturally we felt a bit skeptical about the quality of this place but we went in anyway. The crowd was a bit eclectic and generally a bit older...late 20s, early 30s. The upstairs dance floor came complete with its own bar, DJ and stripper poles. (Let me just say, never have I seen a MAN dance on a pole so enthusiastically!) Most of our time was spent here and it ended up being pretty fun.
Bar Celona, a Spanish tapas bar, was our final stop for the night. It turned out to be more like a lounge than anything else, with plenty of sitting space and music videos projected onto a central screen for those with a wandering eye. By the time we got there we were more or less ready to go home, so we didn't take advantage of the dining options it offered. Ah well, something to do next time.
All in all, a pretty good night. Too bad I offered to be DD!
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