The club is underneath this other ultra cool Japanese restaurant/lounge. I went there with my manager and he knew the bartender through a friend back in Manila. We talked to him briefly and my manager jokingly asked him if he could get us in "downstairs." He looked at us, then asked to see our shoes (Adi) and said yes (I was dressed classy that night...sort of). He looked very nervous about getting us in though. When the two American guys next to us heard we were getting in they started swinging on our nutsacks trying to get in with us. This was the point I realized that this was not your normal club. I think one of the guys' words were "dude I'm married but I will take off my ring (starts taking off ring) and buy you guys all the drinks you want if you can get me in."
After the experience I don't think I can ever go to another club again. This was quite possibly the greatest club on earth. Every girl was a model except maybe a handful of former models (has beens). Drinks cost 20 Euro a piece (so you appreciate them even more). It was a very friendly atmosphere, probably because every girl in there assumed I must be the shit if I got in. Furthermore, I am the shit, so it only served to confirm their suspicions.
Overall it was a very lovely night capped off by a breakfast of pizza at 5:30am. Thanks Giorgio.
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