Saturday night was spent in a club/bar in Chinatown called Grandstar. It calls itself a jazz club but on some nights I guess it transforms into just a regular club. It seemed dead most of the night except for people I knew. It had two floors, downstairs seemed to have the smallest area to dance but the best music, the upstairs being the opposite. I didn’t find out until after that drinks would be $10 a piece, I had four white russians that night, one of which was bought for me. It’s been awhile since I’ve drank and danced in LA with friends, I often only have bad stories from when I did such in the past. This place wasn’t too bad, not too crowded which was nice. Mostly Asian crowd, the DJ didn’t play anything too phenomenal but your typical catchy songs comprised of mash ups of 70s through 90s pop. We danced until our shirts were soaked. Mostly just screaming and high fiving, doing little bits of footwork. I can’t even really remember the color of the walls, probably red. The lighting is always red in these places. The bartenders seemed out of place, elderly but probably could make you all the old school drinks no one ever ordered. I usually order white russians in these bars, since its hard to make them weak, they made them just right. The floors were sticky. I don’t think many people go to drink and dance in Chinatown, there’s always a smell that lingers but parking is easy to find and the streets aren’t filled with bodies. I rode in the back of a station wagon that night, still working off my drinks. It’s been awhile since I’ve had a good night like this.