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Westmoreland County
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by Kelly Kate W. on This place sucks giant dicks. I mean, few things sound more horrible to me than paying $20 to watch a bunch of burn outs tripped out on drugs relive burning man, but if I am going to end up at the Endup, I'd hope that at least the staff would be kind. I showed up at 1:30 on a Sunday night after getting off work. The montage of furry hats and 30-year-old women dressed like 13-year-olds outside was almost enough for me to leave. I had asked a friend who is a booking agent at another club if he could call over and try to list me. I knew it was unlikely, but many clubs in the city are cool about treating people in the industry with respect. I'm a doorgirl and had just gotten off work, so I know more than anyone how much the whole list thing can suck. The security woman was a bitch. Grabbed my purse, was pissed that it was full of work clothes and books. Sorry sweetheart, unlike the rest of your clientele I'm not a twacked out meth head smuggling in K and cocaine. Chill the fuck out. The asian woman inside was screaming at two confused foreigners who wanted to use the ATM. When she got done with them she glared at me and pointed to the "$20" sign. I asked if they would be willing to give an industry discount, she proceeded to chew me out for even asking. "Who the fuck do you know? Well I'm the owner. Why are you fucking wasting my time." She was a raging bitch. I would probably be one too if I owned such a god awful shit-hole. I regret giving her sorry ass $20, but I was meeting a friend who I hadn't seen in ages. Several girls in the bathroom were talking about how they paid off someone to get in without IDs. Which is super fucked up. Later my friend and I were dancing and put our jackets on the floor between us. Some horrifying leather-faced woman with feathered hair came up and said we needed to check our jackets. She insisted we were "getting in the way of the flow of the dancefloor." The dacefloor was nowhere near crowded. We just kind of stared at her in confusion as she glared at us until she blurted "this is the last time this will ever happen" and stormed off. Uhhh? I spent most of the night fending off shirtless creepers and cracked out freaks who looked like they had wandered in off the street. FUCK THAT SHIT. Save your money and go ANYWHERE else in the city. The only reason this place is even in business is because it's open past 2am.
by Kaci Rowcliffe on Great Theatre. The only thing stopping me from the fifth star is the fact that I could do without some of the crowd bullshit. All in all I was actually impressed with the crowd, but I don't understand why people have to yell ridiculous crap all the time these days. This is one of those old school theatres that you find in all cities, but some of them still look great and others don't. I haven't looked it up yet, but I'm assuming this one was restored a few decades ago. Our seats were at the top. THE last row and there is not a bad seat in the house. It only seats about 2,500 or so and everyone knows that is the perfect size for a full band if the sound can handle it and the Orheum took a beating without ever cracking or buzzing last night, acoustics were on hit. The show we saw was Andrew Bird so I'm obviously a little biased (extremely dynamic performance couldn't have been a better choice for my post valentine's day date) but the theatre is magnificent and worth every penny of admission. Bars on every level (Johnny Black was the same price as Crown, HA!) and the lobby is great for kicking it if the opening act sucks..... O.k. lastly I have to point out that I did here one of the best lines I've ever heard in the crowd (by the way I am a professional musician and have been to shows all over and in many great theatres and venues of all sizes). Some hippies were chatting and apparently pissed off the hipsters (everyone else) and someone says: "Hey, this isn't Mystery Science Theatre... Shut the fuck up!" Priceless.
