Saturday night we went to a bar in Brooklyn that I think was an "illegal" bar, or an "illegal space" or I'm not sure what it was but that was the rumour floating around. Apparently the owners owned the whole building and actually lived there; the door to their apartment was in the bar. It was also a "smoke-easy," as people were actually smoking inside in the midst of the NYC restaurant/bar smoking ban. Or were they simply smoking inside because the place was illegal and they didn't want to get busted? I have no idea. Also, there were no Exit signs anywhere, only an escape hatch that you had to climb a ladder to get to, in the back of the bar. Someone climbed it and discovered the hatch locked, so that was pretty reassuring. Anyway, our friend was DJ'ing and after a couple Razzmapolotini's (or whatever ridiculous drink the bartender made me; it was pink and it was big), I was on the dancefloor.

This makes me so insanely jealous. This just isn't fair!