It's not always planned either. "I'll just have a drink, see a band and head home." Rarely that one drink ends up happening. Because once you enter (after navigating the sea of smokers and friends hanging on the sidewalk out front), you see the bar. That crazy Club Fred bar. A mix of Tower Folk, OGs from the Olympic Tavern days and a couple NFs (Non-Factors North Fresnans) roaming. Behind the bar: tubs of beer, shiny and inviting liquor and nice beer on tap like Sierra Nevada.
Not even girls seem to be immune to this club's party-virus. In fact, they seem to be the most effected by it. Keeping that in mind, guys:
Friday night, Blackbird will be preforming and Saturday is DJ Professor Stone. So, just accept that partying will happen and limber up, break out your drinking shoes, bring a driver and get sucked in.