So I was invited to go to Primal last Friday and decided to go why, because the last time I went to this club I had major fun. Well lets just say that was not the case this time, lets see where to start.
Okay the line, the line was not that deep (should have known) but they had a cut line or VIP as they call it for $20 so my cousins and i decided to stay in the regular line ( note I really don't do lines, but it was for my cuz), then the Ratchetness walked by with a clip board in hand, my cuz asked a regular question how much is it to get in, Ratchet's response " I don't do quotes" What the f***, I tell you you give people a clip board and a tag they think they above what they really do , of course I had to take a picture of this mess ( pic below) cause on top of her attitude she was the wackest... Okay so the story gets better we get to door $20 to get in ( I really could have saved time in the fake a** VIP line) anyways get in and the place is not as packed as I remember. If you all are not familiar with Primal (in Atlanta) it has about four rooms (section) the main room, the reggae room the lounge ares and the sky lounge all were empty except the main room, music was garbage all radio (down south ) hits all night no variety, so we decided to go to the reggae room ( which the DJ himself did not show up to) and sit down, while sitting there we were greeted by a rat, yes that's right a RAT ( not a snitch) but a rodent. Team grouse!!! After telling the bartender and he seemed not to care but for his own protection I had to leave. Primal step you game up and get pest control even on the outside with the Ratchet and her clip board.