by Rene C. on My wife's cousin celebrated her birthday here last night and invited us to tag along and drink like a fish and stare at the fish for the evening. Lucky for us we had a DH so the drinking thing was covered. This was my second visit to the CAS, but my first visit for the Nightlife portion of it. I had no idea what to expect, but I can tell you that this really exceeded my expectations. Other than not having access to the open gator pit, we had complete access to all the other exhibits. And the best part was we could stumble around to each with a drink in our hand. Our first stop was drink station number 1 where we were given a discount because my wife ordered a Jack Daniels on the rocks. This impressed even me! Way to go wifey! We then met up with two friends and headed to the aquarium to tap on all the glass and poke fun at the fish. But I am sure they were making fun of us who could not even speak their language. Our second stop was drink station number 2 where I picked up a Sierra Nevada and tossed the tip into the wastebasket. How was I to know that there was a tip jar right in front of me? What a great night out and cannot wait for a return visit soon!
by am c. on It is true that The Box reeks of the sort of decadence that one might imagine preceding the fall of an empire. emcee Raven O smooths the wrinkles of your harried, Patrician brow, and Velocity Chyaldd, doing something unmentionable with cutlery, distracts you from the barbarians at the gate. The Hammerstein Beauties shake their tail-feathers beguilingly and, like the crowd, the room, while arguably only a cleverly and expensively painted imitation of something genuine, is beautiful. Yes, like The Colosseum before it, The Box may well be a symptom of a society that has outgrown itself, but it is not the cause and, when you stand, old and weary, amongst the ruins of our civilization, wouldn't you rather be able to say, "I was there!"
