Hips Don’t Lie At Quo
September 12th, 2006 by Lauren
My hips didn’t lie at Quo. By that, I mean I had a great time. The bartenders are friendly the DJ’s wink at you regularly and the bathroom attendant is about the sweetest lady you’ll ever meet. She works on tips, of course, and will kindly ask for your birthday, tell you about your sign, your future, and hand you a paper towel as you head out the door to enjoy the old school music you used to love.
We arrived around 11pm and with an entourage of about 10 people we scurried around the dance floor trying to figure this place out. It was still pretty empty due to the early hour, however as I approached the other side of the club I felt like I had run right into the heart of the Asian mafia…ARE WE IN ROCKVILLE, MD? One of them hands me a drink and I come to the conclusion that we are not. Everyone at Quo is friendly. Everyone there dances, and for a girl that really doesn’t get down with the club scene, I had an amazing time. Must have been those vodka tonics they kindly made so strong. On our way out we run into the owner who had been hitting on glamourite, Edina, and I open mouthed watch this guy in action. One thing is certain; being the owner of a club must really aid in whole “pulling in of the tail,” because it sure wasn’t his dance moves or pick up lines.
At the end of my night, I tip the coat check girl and I’m out door. I take refuge under the over pass and strike up a conversation with two policemen on horses. The Officer kindly tells me that one of the horses doesn’t really like people and that I should kindly step back. What do I do? I make a note to pull some kind of horse whiperer shit out and win over this horse. Does it work? No, it didn’t. But, it was something to do while we waited for a cab to pick us up under the over pass that was protecting about 25 night life kids just trying to get home from the torrential down pour. I highly recommend Quo. I probably won’t go back for a while, but I sure will make a note to.
September 12th, 2006 at 2:27 pm
Word, the owner was nice as an owner - I got at least 3 free Jack Daniels on the rocks during my chat with him - but he sure is a heavy-handed hitter as far as hitting on girls goes.
September 12th, 2006 at 10:53 pm
hahaha glad you admitted the horse DIDNT fall for your moves. Remember when the owner asked, “So you are Italian, are you from Long Island or Jersey” um…NEITHER J-A!!!