This place is like the Vegas of Macon: people are usually drunk, there are girls in lingerie dancing on the bar that seem slightly out of place, and the pictures on your cell phone the next morning are the kind you have no choice but to delete. I have seen more than one fling start and end in this giant hole-in-the-wall dance club.
You walk through the velvet ropes (although I have never seen a real line), past security, pay your cover and you are on vacation. You have left the conservative world of asexually dressed men in polos and have entered Asylum.
If you are looking for a place with cheap shots, flashing lights, loud music, a plethora of ashtrays, and people making out without ever having exchanged names, this might be your kind of fun. In Aslylum, there is never a shortage of grinding and ass grabbing. And when the night finally ends, you'll walk out smelling like smoke and vodka with just a hint of walk-of-shame that wafts off of new couples as they stumble into cabs.
Asylum is never going to be your group's favorite hangout spot (considering it's almost impossible to talk) but it's a perfect place to blow off steam, blow some cash, and pretend you're on vacation.