There's a new club that opened about 3 months ago here in the 'Phretta...I have been wanting to go to blog about it but as my FB friends know, it's been a crazy summer. So when my friend Tricia suggested a girls night for her and Julie's mutual birthdays, how could we resist?
The place is called Shlok (www.shlokniteclub.com) and it's pretty close to the Kroger shopping center on State Bridge. Please do not confuse it with the term Shlock, which according to UrbanDictionary, means, "When your penis is so long that, to hide it, you are required to tuck it down your pants and shove it into your sock (becomes awkward if wearing shorts)." It's an Indian word that means song. We went on Saturday night, after a yummy dinner at the new Twisted Taco on Medlock Bridge. The upstairs patio of that restaurant is filled with Cougars and their prey. But not so for Shlok, much to our relief.
We arrived in a minivan, which is how I like to roll. Two robust bouncers stood outside and gauged the wrinkles and the transportation and didn't card us. There was no cover charge. We walked in to a two-dance floor space complete with a small couch and VIP area (!?!) There were probably about 30 people there upon arrival at 10:30 and it probably peaked at 50. As the bartender explained to me, "We are just finding our audience, so right now it's like having your own personal dance club!" Saturdays are Latin and Pop nights, so the DJ played a pretty eclectic mix. The music was everything from old MJ and Prince to Usher and Enrique and a bunch of songs in Spanish that I had to Shazam but Julie knew. He took requests and played them pretty quickly. And was very accommodating to announce my friends' birthdays. The TV screens above the bar advertised the event as ESCAPE Saturdays with the awesomely cheesy tagline- "OTP will never be the same..." Well duh! It's not everyday we get a nightclub next to the Great Clips that my kids get their haircuts!
The crowd was a mix of ethnicities. Some Indian men were watching all of this crazy Western dancing until one of them lit up a cig and were escorted out. There were some Latinos that nailed the salsa dancing and otherwise a good mix of black and white, old and young, male and female. NOT a meat market at all. The ladies and I just danced and sang and had a good time. The one guy who dared to try to infiltrate our circle asked me how we all knew each other and I told him our kids were all friends so he backed off. Our greatest entertainment came early in the night when a couple started showing a GREAT DEAL of public affection. (see above picture of giggling with the couple to the left.) Hey, what can ya do, they were trying to spice it up a little I guess.
Overall, I thoroughly enjoyed the white hot Alpharetta nightclub and will definitely go back again when I get the urge to shake my groove thing. But next time I'm gonna figure out how I can get in that ultra exclusive VIP area. I guess I gotta lose the minivan...
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