5161 Shiloh Vimville Road
Meridian, MS 39301
Lauderdale County
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by Tamar Fausto on My first trip to Opera was for an "80's night", and I assumed that since this seems to be a very popular, trendy club that amasses huge crowds, it would be absolutely amazing. The fliers said, "Best 80's Night in Town!" so I went in with high expectations. Maybe they were TOO high, but just because a singer was born in the 80's does NOT make it "80's music". Hey, Mr. DJ-- Rihanna, 50 Cent, and Eminem are not 80's. Due to some sheer lapse in sanity, I patronized Opera several more times after that. It took me a couple of trips to figure out what exactly bugged me so much about this place, but I think I've finally figured it out: 1. The DJ's suck. They couldn't beat match songs to save their lives. The transitions between tunes are awkward and really kill my dance buzz. Also, they interrupt the good songs about every 45 seconds to scream out, "YOU'RE AT OPERA!" (Uh, I know.) and "Y'ALL GONNA HAVE FUN TONIGHT!" (If you have to command me to have fun, chances are I won't.) 2. Bottled water is $6. Yes, six dollars. This is just my opinion, but water should be free. I've never been anywhere else where I was forced to pay for a liquid that freely falls from the sky. Apparently if you make friends with a bartender, he or she might grace you with a cup of (gasp!) tap water instead of the overpriced bottled variety. Good luck doing that, though, because on a crowded night you might stand at the bar for 10 minutes and not get a drink order in. 3. The people who patronize Opera are completely cookie-cutter. They usually fall into one of three categories: - Frat Bro clones, collars popped and ready, who mainly just take up space and look confused. (Maybe they wandered into Opera when they meant to visit Flip Flops across the street.) - Generic early twenty-something female clones, all with the same haircut, the same make-up, and wearing the same jersey cotton bubble dress and stilettos. - People from the suburbs who have clearly never been to a club in their lives (or so it seems) because they're dressed like they're going to prom. 4. The "guest list" system is so damn convoluted, I think they're trying to make it as hard as possible for people to get in without paying the $20 cover. If you arrive before 11, it's supposed to be free, and if you put yourself on the "guest list" it's supposed to be free all night. However, there is no guarantee that you can get in line at 10:30 but the line won't be held up so you conveniently get to the front of the queue at 11:01. Even if you are on the "guest list", after 11 they will still try to charge you a cover. 5. The bouncers always act like you're doing something wrong. Chill out big guy, I'm not trying to get into your speshul wittle "VIP" area, I'm just trying to find the bathroom. Summation: this place reeks of douchebaggery.
by salacious c. on saw This Charming Band here last week. Definitely a good show (who doesn't like faux Smiths?) at a decent venue. Seems small when you first go in, but you can always find a spot to hang out. The bar was totally packed, so it took awhile to get drinks. I'd stick with anything on tap; it seemed like mixed drinks were pricey. The sound is horrible in the back, so definitely stake out a spot in front. Crowd was a mix of yuppies, few hipsters, maybe a few marina girls. The rockabilly girl in the bathroom was nice enough to assure me that no, my top was not too slutty
by Sherise Rogoff on If anyone appreciates 80s music, it's me. Quick! Name the b-side of the Ultravox single "Dancing with Tears in My Eyes"! As with new wave, I enjoy killing my hair cells with a variety of genres, but for the love of God, someone, please diversify the 1984 playlist. Its 1:1:1:1 ratio of Prince/Joan Jett/Michael Jackson (on second thought, Michael can stay)/Bon Jovi isn't the only caveat to attending the club. I also dislike the condensation of others' sweat on my skin. The lack of ventilation needs to be remedied. My recommendation: hold a dance party at your own digs.
