By: Michelle Skowronek
What’s more fabulous than a walking down the cobble-stone streets of Old City on a warm summer night? Well, walking those streets wearing a “Birthday Girl” sash with a matching tiara and a young and sexy entourage headed down the multi-colored alley way leading to Club 27.
Club 27 might sound a bit shady with its cinder-block exterior and crack-in-the-wall alley address, but through that black steel door there is a club filled with young, delectable twenty-something females who never take a dance break.
After hearing good reviews from friends of friends of the club, I decided to host my birthday bash at this hidden gem of Old City. From the moment we walked in, my friends and I could not stop dancing, probably because there is no place to sit. The biggest break we got was a trip to the restroom to check our faces. Surprisingly, there was hardly any lines or catty remarks from other girls – always a plus when at a nightclub.
DJing for the night was WIRED 96.5, which meant a lot of hip-hop hits over the airwaves. The vibe matched the crowd where you could find anything from black to white on the floor, making for a pleasant mix of brotherly love.
The second level restricted bar oversaw me and my following. However, they remained tied to their drinks and far from the dance floor. But, to be fair, upstairs was the only place that had a real seating area. The lower level dance floor forced us to dance and mingle with cute strangers. Upstairs allowed us a more intimate setting where we could get to know each other over drinks – not to mention, request songs from the encaged DJ.
The separate floors had two different atmospheres, both intriguing and inviting. The only problem: No intermixing. You can’t bring your beer downstairs and dance. And you can’t bring that 20 year-old upstairs to flirt.
The best part of the night for me was getting the chance to dance on the lofted, caged in bird’s nest that towered right over the dance floor. Escorted by a security guard, my friends and I were led to the top spot in the club – literally! For some, taking center stage where the crowd below can inevitably see your Victoria’s Secret is trashy. For brave birthday girls like myself the dancer cage was the perfect spot to let loose without needing to worry what guy was coming up behind you.
Trust me; Club 27 is not for the faint of heart. It only takes the fun-loving, daredevils, the party-til-the-sun-comes-up night crawlers. Don’t be nervous when you walk into a room full of carefree, exotic individuals. Don’t talk nasty about the girls dancing in the caged deck overhead. The rules are simple: Dance if you want to, and leave if you don’t.