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If you like the typical culture of DuPont, this place is the pinnacle. If you find all of that to be obnoxious, I would steer clear. Last night was my first and last time at Zebbie’s, allow me to share.
From the first moment I arrived, securities attitudes were on some 1950’s nonsense. Part of the reason we went to Zebbie’s last night was that there was allegedly no cover. There was a security guard giving out stamps near the front that was nearly going to let the three girls I was with through the VIP line but not with me. Since my friends were kind enough to wait for me, we made it through the normal line, and when we did, he gave stamps to the three of them and then turned around without even so much as acknowledging my existence. Other people seemed confused as if I should have gotten a stamp but he dissed me for seemingly no reason. I’m unsure what the actual policy is, it seems like it’s “pretty girls get a stamp,” but even under old school frat rules I still should have gotten one for ratio but I digress. Anyways, the stamp is supposed to mean that you don’t pay a cover. Funny enough, the girls at the front taking payment then failed to notice my friends stamps and charged them the $15/ea anyways. Very cool!
But hey, getting into clubs is often a bad experience, perhaps the inside will be better! First I bought my friend a vodka soda, the bartender wasn’t particularly friendly and the well cost $13 but again, these things are typical for a club. Here we go, let’s dance! Well, good luck with that. There doesn’t seem to be any limitation on the amount of people that are let into the upstairs which caused the dance floor to be super overpacked. People on the dance floor were incredibly rude, several almost knocked me over and tried to start fights with me as they bouldered their way through the crowd. Others harassed my friends and wouldn’t take no for an answer. Security completely ignored this, probably because they were too busy picking fights of their own. At one point I unbuttoned my shirt as I was more or less the only one actually dancing on the floor and it was hot as hell. While security can’t deal with any of the belligerent drunk men trying to fight or harass people, they can deal with this one! Some security guard got in my face and instead of just politely asking me to button up my shirt, he aggressively pointed at the door like the was throwing me out. I danced for a little while since I was already there, but all in all, just an abysmal experience.