Anna gave her account of this place a few months back.  I just thought I’d weigh in with mine as well: Recently liberated bras dangle from the ceiling, bearing silent witness to the mayhem below, while drunk young things struggle to hear each other’s pickup lines over intolerably loud country

One evening, after arriving to go to what was promised to be a very rare and awesome party in the otherwise-barren nightlife wasteland that is downtown NYC, I found myself with a bunch of dudes, semi-stranded after the cops shut down the said awesome 5-story (allegedly clandestine) dance party.  Thinking