Alive in the district
We were a group of friends, all professionals/businesspeople, who had given up on the Winnipeg club scene. Why pay a cover charge just to feel uncomfortable?
Some clubs made us feel old. We'd walk in the door, and our maternal instincts would kick in: "How old are these girls? Put something on for God's sake . . ."
Some clubs were pretentious. Some clubs had staff that looked down on us. Some clubs had bartenders that ignored us and cocktail waitresses ...[more]