Posted: October 20, 2008
I was not aware of the area where this place is, and when I lower the window to inquire from a girl on the street I was quickly affronted by over 5 people trying to sell me crack, coke, ecstasy, and prostitution.
I bolted out of there, went to Gloria's Bongos for a few Mojitos, and got directions to the place. I arrived, and was lucky to find a parking space with security.
Same music playing on all Gays dance bars: They must burn the same music on Cd's and clone them and send them out across the US to all the clubs.
After being made fun of from a bunch of Cubans on my Spanish accent, I decided to speak to them in proper English, and I have no accent when speaking English. As I feared they all speak rudimentary colloquial Spanglish (words that are in English forced to sound like Spanish), and you could scrape the floor from the heavy accent.
After a while, bored actually, I drove to South Beach, not much fund there either.
Whatever happened to the great clubs in Miami? It's like a ghost town for Gay life.