To my one (or if I'm lucky two) faithful reader(s)- I apologize for my absence. I am sure I was easily forgotten.
Anyway, dry your tears, update your blog trackers, cause I'm coming back to you live from the new club boudoir. Yes, the former site of britney's notorious drunken binges has a new owner, and despite the lack of undergarments on the walls (I'm not sure about the people yet) I do somewhat feel like I am in a gigantic boudior crowded with gyrating, faceless people. The lion, the witch and the wardrobe by way of fifty cent... And AC/DC? Grading clubs I leave up to the professionals. I can only judge based on... Well, some things are better left unsaid.