Finish the gutbusting food and wash it down with a cup of coffee. Burp heartily, and climb back in the Lex. Almost sober by now. Walk up thinking there will not be much going on, but as I get to the door I hear loud techno pumping. The joint is mad packed.
Crazy neon glow stick psychedelic shit everywhere.
The girl at the door is quite simply a Goddess, and she's wearing two tiny ripped shreds of pink neon zebra patterned lycra. I later learn her name is Erin. I give her 10, and she takes my hand to write a weird symbol on it with a marker as a hand stamp. As our hands touch I feel a spark of electricity. It was worth the money.