Jules R.
Yelp
I am going to do a pre-yelp review. As in, I am going to review the 700 (we always called it the 700 Club but then I was up early on Sun morning looking for something good on TV... and realized why they don't use that name) by getting in my wrinkled, floating-in-spinal-fluid time machine to 2004 give or take 2 years and review. That way you can measure it up to how awesome it used to be. At that time, in my early 20s, I was pretty hot. Well, I mean, I look at pics now (39) of then (23) and think "damn! Why didn't I wear make up or do something with my hair or go to the gym? I was hot! And skinny!) and my one friend organized all our going out nights cis no one else wanted to pick the place and call everyone and drive too but do she got to pick where we went and she was all about Old City and NoLib. And cover bands. So dancing was more often than not something like this:
4 or 5 shots of SoCo (chilled, no lime) and 2 or 3 vodkrans and my old (as in "where is she now?") BFF and I would have each other and dance. Within 5 min, one of us would lean in and tell over the music "you have a butt humper!" Then the other would reply "Thanks! So do you!" I'm so glad I used to love ska shows as a teen because skanking (which is not what you think it is but the name of the dance you do when you listen to ska) is all elbows so I would just start skanking. Not only would he now have an embarrassing girl doing a funny dance 6 inches from him, he also had elbows coming way too close for his balls for comfort. I'd get a nod when he was gone and commence regular dancing. There were 2 clubs that were an exception to this rule: Woody's, and 700. And the music! Upstairs it would be smoky (disregard, no longer applicable) in the way that was obvious cigs mingling in secretish lower level of The Last Drop (n. Eng. A coffee shop that I think is still there on 13th and Pine that I went to every day after school from 1995 to 97) with weed. So keep in mind what the year was and the stylist would be something like: If I were a Rich Girl, Friday I'm In Love, Mo' Money, Mo' Problems, Toxic (B Spears), 99 Red Balloons, Love Shack, Heya (or whatever that Black Eyed Peas song was called) and Anarchy in the UK or Smells like Teen Spirit. It was fun, it was a danceathon, it was so reasonable for center cityish, and it was DIRTY. I once had heels on that were giving me crazy blisters so I was drunk enough to dance in hate feed. Not only did so it out a cigarette with my left foot by accident, when I left and looked at them, I literally could have drawn a pic on them that would look like a negative. Shitty analogy. They were pitch black. But it would be worth it. E everyone was so friendly and obviously bonding with a live for the music. Something old and (unyil now) forgotten would come on and if find myself around 2 or 4 random people, girls and guys, and we'd "whoo!" And all start singing, dancing to play off each other and the lyrics. It was that kind of comradery. Rare as fudge to find. That connection with a crowd where you feel yourself not as just "Your Name Here, Data Entry, Likes herb and kickboxing (the sport of the future)" but part of the collective human conscious which is like a rush. Awesome. Then you'd go downstairs and theres a bunch of yuppies in business casual drinking cosmos and martinis at the bar. That part was weird but the rest of it... If it is any different than what my time machine told us it used to be like, then it has only gone downhill and you should look high and low elsewhere for the place that gives you the feeling this place used to. Then get on Yelp and let me know where it's at.