Enter the Castle of Outrageous Fantasies. Anything goes here. Be the most extreme person you want to be or just an adventurous boy or girl looking for a scene far from the ordinary. You’ll find yourself jumping and grooving to pop new wave, ’80s industrial and Goth like you just jumped out of a coffin. Ain’t no judging here if you want to be weird and daring. The bondage door guys proudly advertise their frisky behavior in the photos that greet you at the entrance. Don’t forget to catch a glimpse of the Senator poking around each corner in his lacy teddy. Sssssexy! The dancers fiercely claim their respect on the podiums as they shake, sway and stroke their way into the heart of each song. Hot, sweaty, sticky bodies are everywhere. Word of advice: The bartenders don’t play. Order efficiently and tip well or risk being body-slammed by a tall, muscular woman in a short skirt. Follow these simple rules and The Castle should be a downright awesome experience.
This article appears in Sep 13-19, 2006.