3210 Galvin Road
Centralia, WA 98531
Lewis County
Phone: (360) 736-8515
Fax: (360) 796-8458
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by Andrius A. on It fuggin after 2am. I am hungry. This one meal a day thing is becoming more and more less popular as the days go by. When I got home I was suppose to go through a feeding process but, of course my laptop was sprawled out on my bed, commando style, humming quietly in that sexy tone. I had to touch her. I ran my fingers along her, pushing each button until I got my words out. I love you Dell'Fina. So yes, I decided to hop on my boogie board and surf the net rather than eating before I needed to leave the house. Bleh. Little Temple does not serve food. I knew this but did nothing. The event I went to tonight was called REAL. I saw fake boobies. It was that House Music I adore. Dj's Abdul Shakir, David Montoya, Santino Cassanova, and Tonearm. I missed the first and last DJ's mentioned. The music was off the hook. The party was filled with all the CROSS WALKERS (some Jaywalkers too). I knew quite a few heads in the place. It was fun to dance again. There were a group of ladies. They did the train throughout the party. Not this train: http://www.youtube.com... It was the damn train where you get a group of your home girls to stand in a line, lock hands, and parade about the party. First you go to the front of the DJ booth - do a spin, head back to the back of the party, come back up like a snake, go back to the back then come back up front to use the restroom. Repeat 3xs until all of you use the restroom at different times. The group with the camera... Damn your flash feature. I think it might have given me a astigmatism. I have no idea how they are created but I almost went blind in my left eye. they kept getting me. I had to step outside with the herb inhalers to get a contact to prevent any future cataract. I had one drink though I feel like I'm faded. I ordered a vodka/tonic. I ordered three - one for so and one for so. $27 not including tip. Quick, whats 27 divided by 3? I'm hungry. The music was good. Its free before 10:30pm & $5 after. Parking sucked. I drove around for quite a while until I sucked it up and came to the realization that I was 'hood rich'. I parked in the 'loading only' zone. The door man said he will fetch me when and if he saw the policia. I settled with that. I received no ticket. I wasn't expecting one either. I parked directly in front of the club. I ventured in and out a few times. I enjoyed this place. I would come back... Unfortunately this particular shindig is on Wednesday nights which are not too healthy for my employment. I cant party too much during the week but once in while - I will call this place home. Post Script - the bartender sucked tonight.
by E M. on yikes. yikes yikes yikes yikes yikes. and tykes. yes people, a few winner parents, bring their spawn to the once, twice, three times un-singular a Margarita jones. -unaptly titled, by the way. You call yourself Margarita Jones?- then Jones, you best know how to make a margarita. That means no slushy machine margi's, K?! ayayayayayay. I had the guacamole- undersold, and as promised, "pretty fresh". If you're hungry, go largo. waiter was delightfully awkward. truly though, most delightfully. THE PATRONS... As Al D mentioned, we very cold n calculatingly crashed a PD mixer. However, we found out on arrival, this was a mixer specifically for los public defenders latino. HILARIOUS that someone was like, "latino pd mixer???????????? MARGARITA JONES!!!!!!!!! I dont know why i thought PD's would be an exciting bunch. i mean, i guess i do, but they're not. Speech time came and went all too quickly, despite our heckling. (ice throwing and "we can't hear you'''s) pretty fun. Any thoughts on new profession to go for? Al D thinks maybe finance, but i dont entirely agree. i'm sort of thinking something hollywood but business-y. NO ACTORS. I dont think Al D's up for industry though. Any thoughts?
by Bella Ogden on I am rating this as an out-of-towner, and rating only on the Saturday night crowd (which was different than samba/salsa night that is described many times below) and not on the food either. We wanted to go to a club while in Seattle, and checked out Rateclub for reviews/ratings. I had high expectations but was thoroughly and utterly disappointed and confused with what happened once inside. I called Ibiza directly to inquire about cover. $10 before 10:30(?) and she said you could visit a website and get get a password texted to you to get on the VIP list. We asked around to find out which line to get in. Stood in the supposed VIP line for about 25 minutes in the freezing cold only to be told once we were in front that we were in the wrong line and that the list was closed. Beware of the short fat bouncer. He had no shame - and I've never seen a bouncer so blatantly take craploads of wads of cash bribes to get in. Not in Vegas, not in LA, Boston, San Francisco, nowhere. Of course he took our lovely money but then once we were inside we were asked to pay yet another cover, $20. From what we'd seen so far, it was completely not worth it. We wittled it down to the $10 we should have paid when on the "list." Sights & sounds: 1) Two guys in front of us in line who wouldn't shutup about what their "backup" plan would be if they wouldn't get in. I was hoping this guy was really drunk because his words made me want to shake him into coherence. 2) Two hookers bumping and grinding near the DJ. I tried to take a picture but they were shoving their boobs out so much and grinding so all over the place that the pictures didn't take. Why even bother to wear booty shorts if they're more like crotchy shorts. 3) At least 2 women who used to be men 4) A pack of moms who pushed their way to the dancefloor and proceeded to bounce around and bump people 5) A dude standing 4 feet away from a chick but asking my bf to tap her and tell her he wanted to talk to her. 6) 3 drunk chicks asking to cut in the LONG bathroom line so her friend could puke. An ensuing fight and ice getting thrown in other's faces. 7) At least 2 dudes getting in with hooded sweatshirts, sneakers, and scruffy faces (Um, if you're going to have a "dress code" then enforce it for everyone or get rid of it!!!!!!!!!!!!!) 8) Wayyyyy too many VIP tables hogging all the square footage. No room to dance or move around. 9) A bartender who makes SoCo lime shots by pouring ice and slices of lime into a glass, pouring SoCo on top, and pretending to grind it in. Only to taste pure SoCo, WARM, and nasty. Suggestions to make it through your night: get drunk. Otherwise, leave as quickly as possible. It is NOT worth it and I'm hoping Seattle has better to offer next time.
