by DAVID F. on I've been three or four times in the last year and each time its the same...beg some douchebag to get in (we were all couples, dressed, etc) listen to the same nondescript house music (my ipod is better), crowded, and filled with tables. It's fun, but always crowded and it always reminds me of the Tiajuana clubs I used to go to when I was 18 in San Diego. Lots of go go dancers . It coule be fun but given all the other options in miami this is usually last on my list. If you're a group of guys be prepared to pay a s4!tload to get in & get a table.
by Elina Broudy on I don't dance. Many people claim to have seen me dance, but I don't think stomping my feet on the dance floor like a stupid, frenzied ape seducing a horrified female should be considered dancing. Sure, I moved to the music at the Highlands, but it was fun. Maybe it was my being with friends, or the ambiance, or possibly the half-bottle of rum I'd quaffed in the parking lot that helped me dance. Who knows. The fact remains that I was loose enough to inflict my offensive dance upon unsuspecting women. I mean, it was only fifteen bucks. Fifteen bucks and a fifteen minute wait in line are worth a night full of classy, pant-thinning crotch-grinding, right? I could've spent those fifteen dollars in the backseat of a car on Santa Monica Blvd., but I would've probably ended up with some sort of super syphilis and the crotch grinding would've been inflicted on me by a woman with large hands and a surprise penis. Not nearly as classy.
