Pleasure Island is a hoot. Just be aware of your surroundings....
I went to Pleasure Island on a Thursday night just to see what it was all about. 80's bar had a good crowd, got me a drink, walked down the street. Next couple places were kinda empty, the surf bar was pretty neat, but dead as a doornail. I walked across the street to the Hip Hop club, and that place was packed. After a few minutes I grew tired of watching a ton of wannabe white boys trying to act all "gangsta", so I walked over to the next place.
I go in there, and the music is loud, the place is packed out like a motherfucker. So I go up to the bar, get a drink, and turn around and lean back. The dancefloor was packed, and it rotated, so it was kinda cool. I looked around at everyone in the club, and there was a moment of realization.
This is the dialogue that went on in my head:
Man, this place is fucking packed. And there's a ton of chicks on the dancefloor... wait a minute... all the chicks on the dancefloor are dancing with each other... *looks around the place* And there's... a lot.... a lot of eyes on me right now....
The lightbulb went on and I went, "I'm OUT" and left that place with a smoketrail..
I shoulda known, I didn't look at the name of the place until later.. Mannequins. MANnequins. Shoulda fuckin known. I've never been eyehumped like that before, and I hope I never am again. And honestly, that was the day I made a direct effort to never eyehump women. If it's anything as uncomfortable as I felt that day, I don't ever want to to that to anybody else.
But still, place was fun.
Too bad Test Track was not working, but I sure hope you went on Mission: Space. That is one of the coolest non-coaster rides I've ever been on. You even get Lt. Dan along with it!
~SoCo
