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I just know I have a wicked bad time when I attempted to go. Starting with bouncers from hell allowing people off the street in who just happened to look hot ahead of me, then to attempting to maneuver a wheelchair around such a venue is akin to trying to push a wheelbarrow across the arctic in deep snow drifts.
I ended up with a bloody nose courtesy of one of the many elbows to the face, smelled like XXXjay after a 3 day binge drinking/vomiting attempt courtesy of everyone splashing their drinks on me, and to boot I never received the drinks I paid someone to go get me. I eventually just had to leave thanks to everything above. Have not tried to go back sense.
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