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Indianapolis, IN 46202
Marion County
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by Celine Gantzler on BEST CLUB EVER in L.A...but if you dont anyone to get you in on a friday or saturday night, GOOD LUCK TO YOU..i knew someone so it went pretty smooth,,,,if you dont, get THERE as early as possible, dress to impress, this is your typical l-a stylish experience...I had such a great time there, the music wasnt just hip-hop and I danced my ass off while meeting many, wasted, beautiful people....gotta love the fakeness of l.a...great times
by Leigha Lavezzo on It is disgusting how often Scarlet P. and I frequent this joint. I LOVE LITTLE TEMPLE!! When I need a kick ass workout, you know, something that gets you good right in the quads- I come here. Because let me tell you, if you enjoy 90's hip hop (the stuff from my elementary days- HOLLA, MONTELL WILLIAMS!), Janet, Ms. Jackson, if yo nasty, LUCY PEARL... then please please please come here and dance with me. Anywho, it's a good look. The crowd is kinda odd sometimes. But whatevs... I go to get good glutes. And Parking sucks in a royal way, so just do the valet mmkay?
by Lauren S. on Post Mimi's I find myself here at Strata. This is a club I have walked by many times. It is not too far from Slate, one of my favorite places. And had the happenings of my date been up to me, Slate is where I would have ended my evening. As a general rule, I don't stand in lines for nightlife festivities. At least not for very long. But here I was, in line. As another general rule, I don't pay for clubs and if I do, it's of the 5 dollar variety. So after a 25 minute wait my date paid a total of 55 dollars for the two of us to walk into this Strata. So called, I assume because of the many levels of guest that come in and are forced to listen to the same terrible DJ. As we stood in line I became immediately embarassed by my association with the trifling gutter snipes that were behind, before, and beside me. Jesus be a pair of pants! These ladies were just begging for it. No sense of modesty. Although it probably made their security searches a little less involved. I felt slightly uncomfortable with the bullish woman who proceeded to find pills in my "new" second-hand purse. I had her toss them Then she searched me. A little too much for my liking. But before I knew it I was in. The music was uncomfortably loud. And the area we ended up in was packed so that dancing was as uncomfortable. When enough people were inside, the club expanded and a curtain was lifted to reveal another portion of the club. Finally I could breathe at least. The DJ was awful. There was no continuity. Just noise and racket! UGH! And he was one of those DJs that felt talking would get me hyped. But all it did was annoy. Coupled with the fact that I hadn't had a drop of alcohol because I was with someone who didn't drink. That would've been an uncomfortable situation so I tried to suck it up and pretend like I was having a good time. I just didn't. But I felt forced into staying because I was paid for and it cost so damn much. Never going to the club with a date in tow ever again. But more importantly, never going here again. The best part of the night was leaving and seeing the Retro Kids on the path to the exit. Although it is rather surprising to see such a quality and non-conformist music group show their support to such an awful and over-hyped establishment.
