Lets start at the top...the line is average, it moves quickly. If you're a guy, be prepared to either tuck in your $85 dollar shirt and waste the time it took to iron it, or "Walk it Out". There dress code seems to change according to the person wearing them. I guess they look down on logos, beanies, extremely baggy pants...yada yada yada. I've been turned around for wearing a Guess button up, (fitting) Polo jeans, and Diesels...go figure! If you make it into the club, you'll notice a cash register with a tip jar...Why I need to pay a tip to get in is unknown to me. They advertise "$1 wells", but they don't tell you that it's bottom-shelf liquor. BLAH!! I don't know how bouncers do it in TX, but real clubs, they don't act like jealous ex-boyfriends and hoover over the ladyfriends that you're dancing with. Ummm...let's see, you can't bring your drink into the bathroom. so either drink before you p, throw it out, or take your chances by leaving it unattended. If you like to dance to censored music, great place! They play music from the local radio station, which is horrible to begin with. They DJ is great at pressing "PLAY" and bobbing his head to the music. There's NO connection between him and his audience. Then you have this short whiteboy pretending that he's a modern-day Adonis trying to move the crowd. Some girls are nice to meet, but generally have their own agendas, and want no part of a guy. Guys, don't count on one-night-extravaganzas. On the topic of ladies...Gentlemen, BEWARE!!! Most of the girls...are YOUNG GIRLS!!! The men's room smells like sweat, lust, and liquor. Try not to fall while gliding over the urine and vommit soaked tiles. But at the end of the night, after you drown the week's woes in a pool of 80 proof , sweat the stress of work away, and grind yourself the "blues", you'll realize that R. Kelly's "Step in the Name of Love" can ironically conclude the evening.. In more ways then one..Now that's a PARADOX!