The most fun part of the night was getting dressed, the anticipation and being surrounded by friends. The girls have good photos, I’ve only got twitpics. The worst part was how packed it was, and all the things that went missing, oh just the fact that the Jersey Shore crew arrived at midnight only to spend the whole night downstairs. Pauly D was actually DJing at Suite 106.
Our both was barely a booth at all. It was a small table stacked with Smirnoff and plastic cups.
The place is dirty and you can smoke inside. People were standing on our seats and pushing. I’ve not gone to a club like that in the club district like that since I was like 19 (probably the average age their last night). So brutal.
I can only imagine what the lives of the Situation & Pauly D are like cause there were SO MANY girls there and if you read my tweets, they were slutty. There’s nothing wrong with that by the way, encouraged if anything.
The most brutal part is someone stole my beloved reversible Betty Kiss clutch containing my Telus Blackberry, keys, license, debit, cash, vintage scarf and my coatcheck ticket for my red wool blazer. Yes, brutal. But I wasn’t the only one, Natalie’s phone got snatched too and Carly never got her jacket back. I went by there today, called & emailed with hopes that I might get something back. I hate losing stuff. I had my phone in my hand practically the whole night, then in one second it was gone.
The whole place is just brutal, lots of bouncers, assholes on a power trip. I hate those people.
I’m never going there again. I’m shamed to have gone there in the first place. I hate not having my phone. Urgh, brutal.
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This is that guy, y’know 
