Day 4 (Part 2 of 2): The Compound

Saturday, April 14, 2007

My friends in Atlanta had never reserved a VIP table in Atlanta before, and since I was in town and since most of us had working professional incomes (as opposed to student incomes), we decided to go nuts and get a table at a popular club called The Compound. $640 paid for admission for 10 people, a reserved seating area, $500 towards bottle service, tax, and gratuity. We had 8 people in the party and counted on having at least 2 bottles of liquor so we were looking forward to this evening with a sort of nervous excitement; we knew it was going to be fun, but that our livers would have to pay.

Before heading out to the club, we had dinner at an Italian restaurant called Figo. There, you order and pay for your food prior to getting seated. I didn't bother to ask what the deal with that was because I was so anxious about our impending doom. I also neglected to take pictures but the food was excellent and the restaurant was very charming. In fact, Stephen recommends it as a dinner date restaurant preceded by a stroll through the park of course. Coincidentally, Stephen had taken us to the park earlier in the day and now we're eating dinner with him... and then he took us to his place. Wow this date really works!

In Atlanta, people don't really start heading out to the clubs until midnight, so Stephen insisted that we just wait at his place until at least 11:30 PM. Some of us got anxious and figured we'd get seated for our VIP status earlier so we got there around 11:00 PM. Once you enter the compound, you go through a courtyard area with a serene look and zen like feel. With techno music.



Although we were able to get into the club, the VIP area wasn't open until 11:30 PM so we just sat around one of the smaller wings of the club:



We were literally counting down every minute. In my entire life, I don't think I had ever been this anxious to drink. It felt very... alcoholic. When the time finally arrived, our waitress seated us and explained the bottle prices. A bottle of hard liquor started at $300 meaning getting two puts us over the $500 tab amount. F*ck it, lets do it! We got a bottle of Southern Comfort and Stoli Vodka:



"You bitches are going down tonight!":



"Ready?":



"Game face!"



"Carol, are you drunk already?"



Early on they were playing mostly electronic music so the VIP area and dance floor were relatively empty save for a couple of exhibitionist girls dancing in their scantily clad outfits. It wasn't until the hip hop music started playing when the room started filling up and the real Atlanta nightlife reveals itself.

You have your wannabe go-go dancers...



...the old guy at the club...



...and the old guy at the club dancing with the old lady in a leotard and cape at the club:



Just when our alcohol supply seems to be tapped, Jason does the unthinkable: orders another bottle. zoMg!



He needed it anyway to handle girls like this:



oh hai! who r u?



It was really fun and surprisingly, we weren't all that drunk. Except for Carol.



We all went back to Carol and Julia's where Jason went from after hours Iron Bowler to Iron Chef cooking up some mean fried rice, pizza rolls, and ravioli.

Of course, every night has to end with drunken Wii:



Oh yeah, $640 tab was now $1120! lawl.