You enter the club early, let us say 9:30 pm. Why? Because you can't stand waiting in your hotel room doing nothing. You arrive. Guestlist? There's the name. Cool beans. Inside you go, escorted by Baby Mama wearing the fashionable pink-and-white lingerie ensemble. She sits you down, and asks where your crew is located. You tell her it's only a party for two, if she sits with you and does a shot of the Goose, otherwise you're flying Han Solo. You look around, a scattered select of early birds pecking around the aisles and watering hole. In the air is a slight haze of the pre-mature fog machine mist and in the speakers blow the sounds of techno by the DJ Intro. What's he playing? Hmm. Probably this one...Why so early?
