The 1/2 Lounge had no idea what hit them. What was before a mellow, pseudo-hip, semi-artsy, yuppified bar the size of my apartment lined with plush booths graced with smiling good looking twenty and thirty somethings and a glam compact bar tucked into the back corner suddenly became a sweaty, bouncy, noisy WRMC dance fest whose glam compact bar tucked into the back corner slung Bobby Teenager more drinks than he could shake a stick at.
Thank you, Mr. Requina of Chazology, for humoring us and our antics by keeping the beats hard and dirty all night long. Mr. 1/2 Lounge, though we do not know how you actually felt about our virtual takeover of your Burlington establishment, we respectfully thank you. But now you're ours.
*this song made my night, hopefully it will make yours;)