dinae.laughsalot

Kind of, ummmm, well, ummmm.....exactly

I'm not sure the folks I saw in Club Silverstone have ever been out to a dance club in another city, but this place was not remotely a dance club from what I saw. First, a cover. I don't mind paying a cover if it's worth it. (ie, a real dance bar, and people inside) I walked down the well lit stairs to a dark and dingy hole in the wall. The bar and decorations were one step away from an old midwestern bar in Wyoming or somewhere that all the tables and chairs were made out of old wooden barrels and covered in leather to make the cushions. No, they weren't barrels, it was just like a flash back to the PLEATHER (plastic leather) days of the leisure suit. I was here before midnight. Maybe it doesn't get going until later. I got down stairs and there were maybe 12 people in the bar. Everyone, playing pool or texting on their phones. I walked around. The dance floor is like a vault. Closed off from the rest of the bar and no actual bar inside the dance floor room. A Dance Dungeon. Not one person even in the room of the dance floor, which is not designed to be able to stand around and watch. You either go in the room to dance or you're standing in the middle of a dance floor by yourself. The mix of folks were mostly sleeveless shirt, Justin Bieber hair cut, lesbians playing pool. Nothing wrong with that, I just wished that someone would have told me it was a Dyke Dive before spending $2 to walk down the stairs into this nightmare.