On the right is Michael Simonson of North Park. Yellow-jacketed doormen sift through the crowd, plucking cocktail glasses from the hands of chugging patrons.
Some customers grumble.
Some accept it as part of the game. Now it' s 2 a.m., and something' s peculiar. The studio lights are still flashing, the speakers' deafening vibrato rolls on, and the dance floor continues to swell with bodies. The normal stopping time is superseded. It' s also a slight revolt against institutionalized curfew.