Don't Even THINK About Going : Crash Mansion

Lame. I had never been to Crash Mansion but I had heard about it. What had I heard? Nothing - just that there was a place down town...and maybe there was a reason for never hearing about and hopefully there isn't a lot more. I hate to be so harsh but I really did not like this place what so ever. I even sent a letter to the Better Business Bureau this morning. You must be thinking that sounds a bit ridiculous. But you haven't heard why?

The second I walked in I felt something weird. You know when you have an intuition, something telling you something is off? Well I kept getting this eerie creepie feeling like something was crawling on me. Is the mansion haunted? Maybe it was the heat getting to my head. Oh, that's right? This enormous space packed with people had no air conditioning on. Isn't there some sort of health code venue's have to uphold? For god sake's - turn on the AC so people can breath and not faint! Is their hope people will be so hot they will order drinks? Wake up Crash Mansion.

That was just the tip of it. We decided to duck out prior to the last song of the night...so we went to the bar to close our tab and the bartender who opened the tab (who was so rude earlier slamming things down) was away and the guy bartender said we had to wait for her to return. Stupid - how many people does it take to close a tab? Get it together people. She returns 10 minutes later looking for the license and credit card. "Oh um", she mumbles, "we closed our someone else's tab with your credit card and license". "But we are going to find her". Is she that dense? Yeah - you are gonna find this random girl in the sea of people? the guy returns saying he can't find her and that she left 20 minutes ago but "don't worry the manager knows her and is going to call her in the morning. Okkkkk. Let's talk to the manager. Shorty manager comes by and says "I don't know the girl - but she will call tomorrow for her ID". Really? And you know that how? You know that she is going to bring my friends ID and credit card back?

We asked for a copy of the girl's license so we could contact her. let's just say shorty manager couldn't take the heat or handle any of his management roles and got very excited very quickly. He vanished in a heat of anger. Slow down shorty. Great. got the license but shorty wants us out. I'm sorry - did we ever get an apology? Anything? No? No? Right....but you want us out. And you are going to bring the bouncers over to do that? Well - first we want a letter stating what has happened and a signature? No? No? You won't do that and now you really want us out? Nice not doing business with you ever dude.

**Story has been drastically shortened and limited to the extent that this situation heated up to for the sake of my party...not for the Crash Mansion. Bad. Bad. Bad. Bad. Did I say Bad? Forget it.

Don't even THINK about it.