
Thinly-disguised entrances to Hell where bad things happen. Tell us your dancefloor disasters.
( , Wed 8 Apr 2009, 12:35)
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was the basement of a hotel in Donnybrook (Dublin), where the not-so-beautiful people went when all other options had been exhausted. The group I was with didn't know this when a barman recommended it to us, but we soon found out. The first warning was a bouncer who told me I couldn't go in because I wasn't dressed nicely enough... then changed his mind when I said "OK" and turned to leave.
This was before the smoking ban in Ireland, so the air was blue, and so was I. I got so pissed off, so quickly, that I apparently blanked out a pretty girl who wanted to dance with me, because she was smoking. The floor was half-filled with people "dancing" in that bad party fashion, and the drink was expensive. I lasted an hour before figuring out that walking around by myself was preferable. It's gone now - not that I care.
( , Thu 9 Apr 2009, 0:33, 2 replies)

I know it was under the Sachs Hotel, which has also been renamed since then.
( , Fri 10 Apr 2009, 12:26, closed)
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