Lola's Room at the Crystal Ballroom (1332 W. Burnside)

It's 1:21 am. My toes smell like beer. I met a nice guy named John, with cool smarty glasses and hat. I was entranced by a guy with a Boston headband and sneakers, who looked like the friend in The Wedding Singer, and his friend, the girl in the super short, tight black knit dress who was dancing like Madonna on speed. My legs are tingling and I'm so tired. Good tired. Happy-post-dancing tired.

Lola's Room rocks on Friday night. It's 80's night. I've never been so up close and personal with Wham! and Prince, gazing down on me from the giant video screen, silhouettes of crazy, drunk, 80's-obsessed dancers getting down shadowing them out, only for a moment. You should seriously check this place out.

P.S. Also found out tonight that Ringlers (the restaurant attached to the CB) gets mighty wild on Friday nights with their own DJ. Sarah observed tonight "lots of guys in Abercrombie and Fitch and girls with perfect little curls" filling the place and the server said many of them end up disrobing at some point in the night. Not sure why, but also not sure I want to find out.