The Beauty Bar is one of my least favorite places in San Francisco. The shape of the place drives me crazy. That long, narrow stretch along the bar where you can try to stand or fight it out to get noticed to buy a crappy, overpriced drink, all the while getting pummeled by people trying to push in and out. So, you can either go stand outside and get some fresh air with the smokers (smart move) or push all the way to the back, into the the little dance space. Now, you're trapped, pushed up against the too-loud speakers blasting 80's music, which is why your friends dragged you there in the first place. Ugh.