Vicci

Bobby Bones had his 2008 Holiday party here. That was my first experience here, and I’m not sure that my experience is the same as typical Vicci nights as I was at a «private» party.
The Bobby Bones show had a five artists perform, and let’s just say that Vicci does not have good acoustics. Out of the five artists, only two of them (Shontelle and Brandy) did not suck. The sound was awful. From the floor, it sounded like a 14 year old in the garage bashing drums. So I went up to the balcony to see if the sound would be better. Nope, I was wrong. Thank goodness some of the bands only played 2 songs. It made the party slightly more bearable. As other attendees commented, «This party is lacking something, good music.» During one of the acts, the crowd looked like zombies. Eyes glazed over, standing perfectly still, aloof expressions. I only saw the crowd perk up when the DJ put on some bumping and grinding music.
The demographics of this private party were eclectic to say the least. I had a weird mixture of experiences here. On the floor, I was next to a rude couple. It literally looked like they walked out of recycle clothes bin. They started screaming and yelling. The female stated that she would start punching people to get to the front of the stage. He was a rather large guy who reeked of smoke, and looked like he hadn’t been groomed in quite some time. She started making racial slurs about the Asian girls in front of me. «Where’s your pandas? Where’s your pikachu?» Wow. That was lame.
At the patio bar, as my friend, Bridget was closing out her tab, a guy walked up and asked her to buy a round of shots. This jerk has it all wrong. If he wanted to take us home, he should have been buying us drinks. Men, get it right. If you want us to be intoxicated enough to entertain you with our boobies, buy us the drinks.
Since there were celebrities at this party, the front door was blocked off, and you had to exit through the rear doors. As soon as Brandy left, the crowd dispersed quickly. On my way to the exit, I felt a hand massaging my shoulders. I turned around to see a bald guy behind me with a shocked expression on his face. It was his date’s hands that were massaging me from behind him. She yelled something, grabbed my face, and kissed me. I didn’t even know her name. And then she was gone in the crowd again. I’m sure that if I had something to drink or was a guy, I might have enjoyed that.
Expensive drinks. Crappy live music. Racial Slurs. Strangers kissing me. 1 star. Even my sister asked why I looked so miserable there.

Oh man, what a silly place. So I was invited out last night for bottle service at a place downtown called Vicci. I was told not to wear my tennis shoes or a t-​shirt. Already a bad sign, if you ask me. Cut to the bar, where dudes with short spiked hair who seemed to be missing their necks were competing for the few chicks in the bar by stumbling into people to push them out of the way.
This place had cage dancers. I’ll let that sink in. Yes, cage dancers. Sorry to bust your fetish dreams but the chicks in the cages were not that hot. The place felt very crowded though it was ²⁄₃ empty, just because the upstairs has such narrow walkway areas.
I didn’t buy any drinks cause we had bottle service so I don’t know what their prices are like, but this was a bar full of random douche bags. The dance floor was pretty weak too. It just didn’t really have any character.

Depending on who you talk to, going to Vicci is something you’re either proud or ashamed to admit. I’m not entirely picky about my watering holes, but this one doesn’t rank anywhere in my top 5.
Thursday nights are dead despite the $ 2 drinks and non-​existent cover charge. I was there recently and at 1am there were two females pop-​lock-​and-​dropping it on the dancefloor when my girlfriend (who was visiting someone who works at the club) and I decided to jet.
Friday nights and Saturday nights pick up the action much more since the crowd that hangs out in Vicci works Monday through Friday. Of course, on the weekends they «enforce the dress code» and charge cover.
Overall, the following things irk me about Vicci: I don’t like being stamped on my inner wrist. I don’t like the fake snow that they sprinkle on the dancefloor (and gets in your drink). I don’t like the ADD style of dj’ing… play more than 30 seconds of a song please. Most of all, Vicci being billed as one of the «Top 100 Clubs in the Nation».
But, all in all, Vicci, is a much much better option than going somewhere that’s an 18+ club… MUCH better.

I actually have several valid reasons to really like this place.
1. Its really beautiful. Far from the nastiness that permeates 6^th street, Vicci shows the warehouse district class and goes even further.
2. They have a great dance floor. Unfortunately I have only been here on off nights cause I’m cheap and wont pay cover. (They do charge cover, usually pretty high cover most weekends.)
3. They have a beautiful outside patio and bar with a really friendly bartender.
4. They have a smaller loungy area downstairs with some secret rooms, comfy seats, a separate bar in a dark environment.
5. They gave my theater company and I the ability to hold auditions there for our show because one of my company members works for them and have been a big support of the arts.
6. Its beautiful. Go there.
7. Only negative is the cover, and the fact that the music the DJ plays on the off nights is spliced weirdly and never floats my boat.