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| quote: | Originally posted by xJillx
i started to hear better music around the time we left at like 4 for sure... but by that time i had gone through too much bullshit and just wanted to go home... but you know when sometimes the vibe just gets totally killed for you and its past the point of saving? that happened to me |
I know that point, and I was reaching it in the lineup. I think if it wasn't for the fact that my BF was inside, I would of gone to Footwork or something instead. I was very close to bailing anyways.
Being the /next/ person in line, watching 15+ people leave the club (and some bitching 'Don't go in, it sucks), then 5 people get in right-away who weren't even in line at all (and everyone else yelling Booo at them), and waiting another 30 min's before you get in was a pain. All the while, watching some guy that was kicked out of the club nearly getting into the fight with a bouncer, a group of people from Montreal chanting for refunds, a girl that flew in from LA nearly having a breakdown at the bouncer, and some E'd up girl putting her hands down my sisters pants, all the while the push of the line was so much on me I'd need to plant my feet firmly and push back on them just so I wouldn't fall over.
I could probably write a 3 page review on the antics I saw in line actually :P Trying to not be /too/ bitter about it, and when talking about it now, some of it just makes me laugh.
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