The 700

Ask me in 2008 and I would have given this place five stars for dancing greatness. Sweaty nights, sipping high lifes and stumbling home, you couldn't ask for a better place.

As I got older and more into the hanging with friends calmly at bars, my thoughts of cramming into "grandma's attic" (as I call it) and grinding up on sweaty sweaty people soured and I reserved them for special occasions like post break up daggering. So ask me last week and I would have given it a solid 2.

Then on Saturday night, magic was in the air. Two new lovers found solice by the dumpster to have some sweet sweet tongue grinding. The young woman, excited at the prospect of this, tried to hoist herself up onto the dumpster. Struggling at the angle, she tried to push again. Finally, her beau lifted her up and put her on the plastic lid.

And the lid caved in.

Maybe you've seen two legs sticking out against the landscape of a dumpster before, but I had not and I will never forget those majestic limbs flailing. One flip flop sacrificed to the trash.

Five stars. Forever.

This place is awesome. I had heard about The 700 but it took me a helluva long time to actually get there. We swung through last Friday on a whim and grabbed some drinks downstairs before heading up to the "living room" dance party area. Drinks were very reasonably priced, and there was a variety that covered everything from cheap swill to schmancier libations.

Once upstairs, it didn't take long for the dance floor to fill up. This place gets packed very quickly, so my advice would be to get there early and claim your spot on the floor. The DJ was great, at first playing a random mix of Queen, Blondie and other old school tunes, then tapering into the more mainstream stuff that got the youngins excited. I was glad when the DJ brought back a mix that included some older stuff. I like to booty pop like the rest of them but after a while, every bubble butt song starts to sound exactly the same.

Before I got onto the dance floor, I actually thought the place was well air conditioned. But the moment I started dancing that was not the case. But as a friend told me, "If you don't leave with your hair plastered to your face, you're doing it wrong." And I agree.

The bar tender, Cassei (short hair, blonde girl), she hates her job so all that she does is having a bad face. She didn't want to make me and my friend Absinthe, because "she didn't have time for that". Also, we were told her name was Cassei, so when we asked her if her name was Cassei, she said "oh, I don't like saying my name to costumers"
Honestly, she was the worst bar tender I ve ever met before. And believe me Im a real traveler.
Also, the ones who think this place is  5 stars is because they re americans and they didn't go to Argentina or maybe some places in Europe: party from 12 to 6am, with much better people and much more crowdy places.
I mean, come on! 30 people on the second floor? seriously? you think that's awesome?