I'm gonna drop this on in here because I don't know where else to put it. So I'm out clubbing in Chicago last night. Now I know you're wondering, "What the fuck is this guy doing at a club?" Well if you thought that you'd be right. While I am morally opposed to most anything trendy, this was a special occation (friends from out of town). So I put aside my beliefs and went out for fun.

Here's what I learned. There's a place on Grant called the Funky Buddha. It's supposedly this big deal dance club with an awesome DJ and famous people and all that stuff. This is a giant load of shit. Giant. First it's $20 to get in, assuming you pass the dress code, or are attractive enough to have the dress code ignored. So I got shit from the guy at the door because I had black gym shoes one. A little clever shoe-swapping (long story), we got in. This place was so fucking small, maybe as big as a couple double-wides put together. The drinks were naturally over priced. My Jack and Coke cost $7, which would have been alright if there had been any goddamn Jack in it. So I basicall spent the next hour and a half standing around while my friends attempted to dance on what was easily the smallest dance floor ever. They came back after a while and said it wasn't worth trying. Plus the DJ sucked. Now I'm no master of gettin' the groove on, but this guy totally was not. But no one else there cared because they were just there to be trendy. I fucking hate that.

So how does one salvage an evening like that? We walk a couple blocks down Halsted to Rive Gauche, where we had a fucking blast! Easier dress code (if any, we didn't ask), $10 cover, cheaper (and better) drinks, much, MUCH more room, larger dance floor, way better music, and hotter chicks. Good times.

So what was the point? One is that trendier isn't always better, and two is that the Funky Buddha sucks. And as clubs go, Rive Gauche is pretty cool.