The Vogue's pretty much a goth club, which used to be down by Belltown but migrated about two-three years ago up to Capitol Hill. In it's location right between Bad Juju Lounge and Barca, it makes up part of a very busy strip of bardom. But it does very often feature cover, and while we had to drink there, we didn't want to pay 5 bucks or thereabouts just to get a drink and leave. While I'm not opposed overall to covers, I want to be paying for the ambiance, which in this case, we were planning on skipping.
Not that I mind goth bars; I saw people in the Vogue who I know vaguely, or who I recognize, from the years I used to go and be a token normal person at Machine Werks/the Mercury. And the music is generally good, and it is invariably the case that the drinks are strong.
There was live music at the Vogue that night, a group whose name I have forgotten. Bridgette, Danielle and/or Erin knew the singer of the band, so they were all coming to see the band play, but first I had to talk to Ogre.
I've known Ogre for years, and in fact I apparently sound just like him when throwing up. So I was hoping I could explain that we were just there for a drink, and could we get in without cover. Ogre's a big sweet guy who just happens to quite often appear exactly like a skinhead, and in this case he was totally cool and let us in for our quick drink. And quick it was, because we had people waiting next door at Barca. Still, as expected the drinks were strong, the crowd was thick for the band, and pretty much everyone in the main club was very much attentive to them. The bar is very far in back, which is an odd thing for a club, but it leaves all the front space for the mingling and performing and everything else that's so loud you can't hear to order a drink, so it makes good sense.
Ten minutes (at most) later, we stopped to thank Ogre and fill out his 570bars card, and then we went on to Barca.
Posted by Jason at April 29, 2002 11:14 AM