Joy and I went out on the town this weekend with another couple... to Mako's - Orlando. We were invited by Karl (a friend of mine from Middle and High School) and Annie, his current girlfriend.
Now, when we were invited to go do this we were told that we'd be going downtown to a club to go dancing. Yea! We've been talking about going out together to go dancing again some Saturday night for the last two weeks. This seemed like a perfect opportunity.
We were duped.
This club wasn't really a dancing club. Well, there was dancing going on, and even a few of the patrons were dancing, but they were up on a stage dancing. They were exclusively women who were removing their outwear, underwear, whatever... just not quite getting naked in any way.
There were also the Mako's B*tches and there was a Mako's swing B*tch and bartendresses... all dancing and gyrating and whatnot. This place was tiny and packed. There weren't even 100 people in the club, but it was very difficult to move around. In fact, impossible without rubbing up against some damp and not-very-dressed staff member or club patron. Joy and I were well dressed and thinking that we were going to dance, but this is a place for getting drunk, looking at women who are a mid-step between WingHouse/Hooters and actual strippers, becoming one of those women yourself for a night, and/or watching all this happen.
Oh, there were also body shots of all kinds happening... navel shots on the bar... cleavage shots (is that what those are called?) out on the floor and probably other body shots, but Joy had me avert my eyes from some of the sights. Some of the Mako's girls were up on the bar dancing around, but this wasn't really dancing. It was actually more of just standing there, knees bent, thighs flexed, butt dropped down, back facing the crowd, and hips moving side to side.
While we were in the club we got down in the center stage area and danced for a little while, but people were making comments about us, and eventually Joy wanted to leave. I suppose different people have different thoughts on what is acceptable. We obviously didn't think that what was happening at the club was cool, and some people were pretty shocked with how intimately we were dancing -- it was like we "needed to get a room." ("Hello!?! We're married! We've got a room." Joy would say.) After one dance Joy said she was ready to go whenever I was, so I told her I wanted to at least see the rest of the club. So, we went upstairs so I could be sure that I wasn't missing out on the actual dancing area or "the point of the club."
We saw a whole lot more on our way out than we had seen on our way in. The funny thing is that it was really hard to move around because of all the bodies. I was wanting to get through and I was leading the way, but Joy would keep shoving me to move because it wasn't fast enough for her taste. She was obviously uncomfortable with me seeing so much of all these girls, but she was litterally pushing me into them at the same time.
Well, we made it out of the club and decided to walk down the street a little ways. I had to use the restroom, but there really weren't any to be found, so we walked up into this courtyard area of the SunTrust Center downtown. Joy stood next to me so this cop couldn't see me relieving myself on one of the bushes. After that we sat at a table and talked for a while and enjoyed the cool breeze and looked at the beautiful buildings and all their extravagance.
The next day I decided to look up the club's name on google to see if I could have had any forewarning for Joy about the place through the Internet. Sure enough, I found their site -- http://www.anythinggoesatmakos.com/home.html and some other sites that discussed and described the club.
So Joy and I decided that it was an interesting experience. We definately learned to ask about the club in more detail AND GET THE CLUB NAME before we go so we can look it all up online and make sure it's where we actually want to go.
Joy is here now contributing to this entry, and she wants me to include some things that she is concerned I might forget.
1. Karl had been to Mako's before, but did not enjoy his experience.
2. In fact, Karl feels so uncomfortable in the club that he claims to need to preparty to drunkenness just to prepare himself.
3. Joy really really enjoyed getting to meet Annie and watch Annie and Karl together. "They're so great!" she says over and over again.
4. Joy says that she felt quite violated in this club, but she was glad that we went and had a new experience, and even more glad that we promptly left.
5. This is already mentioned above, but before I decided to make this Joy section Joy asked me to write about the girls dancing up on the bar. So that sentence was Joy-inspired.
That's rather ironic that you were in a bar where body shots were going on, and girls were walking around like strippers, and yet you got yelled at there for "dancing intimately." I think America is still sexually prudish, we'll do stupid things without thinking about it, but when somebody else expresses their sexuality, we get all uncomfortable about it. Weird.
Posted by: Luke at June 15, 2005 03:18 PMI thought that was odd as well...
Posted by: JennyJ at June 15, 2005 08:33 PMWas this your first time in a club?
Posted by: Lana at June 15, 2005 09:23 PMFirst time ever... and I think it's kinda funny too b/c we were dancing really close, but not really much more than that. I really think the girl was just rather upset b/c we were dancing and kind of getting pushed to the side where she was trying to stand and watch people dance. All-in-all, I rather wish we hadn't polluted our minds with that place... I just try to be positive about it all by saying that it was a learning experience. (:
Posted by: Joy at June 15, 2005 09:45 PMLana -- I have been to several clubs before, but none in downtown Orlando. Mostly in my hometown or in Gainesville. There is a club in Gainesville called Alligator Rocks (if it is still in business) that is set up similarly to Mako's - Orlando. There are major scenery differences, but the space and set-up are very similar.
Posted by: David at June 16, 2005 12:19 AMGator Rocks...Dude...only been there a few times, but I think it registers as the most crowded club/bar I have entered into.
Posted by: JennyJ at June 16, 2005 09:43 PMIs Joy scarred from the experience? I mean dancing is soooooo much fun!! FUN! FUN! FUN! I didn't know Joy's never been to a club! Man, Jenn, we should have been all over that.
Posted by: Jessica at June 19, 2005 02:07 PMI think I have to agree with Joy about the fact that going to a club is merely a novel experience. I went to a club for the first time a few months ago and it was sort of like Mako's. But what bugged me the most was not the fact that people were drinking and being stupid, but the fact that so few people were dancing. (It's some what disturbing to think that the only way people can be uninhibited is if they're under the influenze of something.)
Posted by: Lana at June 20, 2005 11:37 AMLana, that is disturbing, but I pity them. If they need to drink to have fun then their life must really really suck. So just think that we are fortunate in that we can have fun the way we are.
I think you need to find the right clubs in order to have a large number of people dancing. If you keep looking you will find something you like. Not that I'm promoting clubbing over something more productive like STUDYING or hanging out with ME or watching movie upon movie upon movie with Mercedes and Me. Orlando definitely has a bunch of hot spots so start on one end of town and get going.
Posted by: Jessica at June 20, 2005 02:23 PMsorry, but you guys are nerds. lol.
I mean, the wife and I wouldn't go either.
But if I did go, it would only take about 1.5 seconds to figure out that it's exactly the same as Hooters or Coyote Ugly, etc.
In that time, we'd have to decide whether we wanted to get plastered, act like 18 yr olds, mash bodies with other people and howl at the moon, ORRRRR, move along and find an 80's bar with live music and a real dance floor.
So, assuming it actually took you folks LONGER than that to figure it out... why'd you stay?
("hey, let's try to mash our bodies inbetween these drunk frat boys and see if we can have some quality time alone on the non-existent crowded dance floor.") lol. great judgement.
and then you have the lunacy to not only stick around, trying to eeeek out SOME kind of desperate fun (or, fitting in), but you have to bash it later? the event that apparently all the other folks here were loving? lol.
nerds. gad loves the net. heh.