Their appearance at school functions induced dread. Their rules were torture. Their corny jokes got old at age seven. It's Thursday night, and the place is packed.
People standing in line wait to give their IDs to the guy at the door.
On a lower level, scantily clad girls dance to techno music, while a group of guys congregate near the spiral staircase. Noise blasts from all directions above, below, everywhere. Never before have I so longed to be seasick. They never should have made a sequel. One of seven reporters, I took the seat next to Lee and waited apprehensively for something to happen.