The night started off on a bad note when I was greeted by a massive line and learned that they weren't letting people in yet (it was 9:15, and the open bar was from 9-10). Fortunately, they let us in just in time for me to hit up all six bars and grab enough complimentary drinks to get me through the night. Stashing drinks turned out to be a great decision; basic drinks shot up to $12 while fancier cocktails set guests back $14. Tickets were pricey enough; why so stingy, Capitale?

After that, the highlights included: A solid DJ for the first few hours who was followed by Run (of Run DMC). Some nights are just made for silly top 40s music (yeah! what! lil john!), and the DJs delivered. Mandatory costumes were also key -- I didn't feel silly dressing up, and it made people watching much more fun. The people in those costumes were also significantly better looking than the Staten Island and Jersey trash girls and guys who somehow constantly end up at the same clubs as me, regardless of whether it's hip hop or minimalist house.

And the lowlights: The surprise appearance by Run was awesome until he started repeating songs the first DJ had already played. During the second rendition of Paper Planes (one time is too many in my opinion), the entire place started reeking of weed. And not only in the center of the dance floor -- I went to the window, to the wall, and to the bathrooms in the basement. Shortly after, a pair of too-drunk girls started puking in a trashcan, and I knew it was time to head home.