Unless you're hiding from the authorities or have been on an extended binge of Tylenol PMs, coke, and double Parrot Bay and Big K Cola, then you've probably noticed that massive, limestone edifice being constructed on top of the hill. That would be the Oread Inn. In the basement of the Oread is a four level night club appropriately dubbed The Cave.
So, last Friday, I went to check it out.
It did not disappoint.
The drink prices were agreeable. The lights were flashing. And the women were down for whatever. The dance floor was a clothing mandatory gang bang. I must have died and went to dry hump heaven. I was in such a state of euphoria that I decided to take my ex-girlfriend home. It was all going so well until one of her friends tossed a $3 vodka tonic in my face. Luckily, I was already sweating so much no one could really tell.
The only drawback is the entrance. I haven't waited in a line in a parking garage since I heard about a whore who worked out of her '92 Taurus.
Check it out especially on Stop Day.
Goddard Out.
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