The rougey seductive glow of a dimly lit bar. The delightful chatter of the friendly patrons, lubricated by whatever will loosen the joints. New research into beat science, ninja classes, and a daytime slip n’ slide to name a few other bonus features. At the Duck Pond, good friends are made and even better friendships are nourished with whatever is on tap, brought over, or perhaps some lovingly provided Glenlivet if you’re lucky and you know someone that resides there. The service or offerings don't really matter here, this place where sparkling mermaids and angels, pleather and lace, wings, fishnets, and finger puppets/Fun Dip are the tray passed hand-outs. It feels more like an ether where shamanic glowing moonstones are rustled out of backpacks and find their way into your hand, and headlamps and alkaline dust are donned into the wee hours. Please, feel free to splay yourself on a couch or dance ‘til it hurts, it makes no difference here. And be sure to depart at some indefinite time to find yourself more of the same or different. Repeat. Repeat until your dancing exhaustion, comedown, a warm body, or the sun puts you to sleep.
The Duck Pond :: 9:00 and Edsel, open only during the last week of August.
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