When we walked into New Wave City on Saturday night, it was nearly empty. We got there shortly before 10 pm so that we could pay the discount cover.

And I could figure out why. Chris took us on a tour of DNA lounge. The 2nd floor. A new area devoted to selling food. And this area that was a different room, different music.

We got drinks. A bahama mama. Midori sour. A gin and tonic. Then we sat in the strip of seats on one wall. On the small tables, there were anul mints. An allusion to the theme of the night.

The music wasn’t always the popular 80s. A guy dressed up as a white bunny dance his way in the crowd. It was hard not to ignore the puff on his behind. There was a wedding ceremony around 11:11 pm where the maid of dishonor and father underpants handed out fake rings. Then a contest for the best wedding costume after midnight. Of course, the most scandalous won.

And so it went until our feet hurt and we stumbled out of the club. Walking up Division and running to catch the 14, me holding to my tiara hoping it won’t fall out with my swinging strand of pearls…