Saturday I accompanied two of my favorite folks to Pure. Doyle is friends with a promoter and he put us on the list. Nestled in a small grove of Euro restaurants off of Clairmont road, Pure, like all clubs doesn't look like much on the outside. BUT once we stepped in the atmosphere almost made us stumble (without having a single shot). Draped in red tapestries and a mix of silver and black furnishings we were spellbound by a barrage of smoke and mirrors that hit us like a big yellow school bus. It was full of sexy singles ready to mingle. the crowd was mixed mostly salt and some pepper. The thumping techno grooves saturated the entire club setting a sexy tone, but the dance floor was empty for a solid hour. Two buxom blondes emerged from the back corridors (scantily clad of course). The go-go'ed their way to the dance floor and performed their provocative (and slightly off beat routines)...shortly there after the floor slowly sprinkled with a few tipsy takers and after about an hour or so the floor was full. The DJ was on acid, he mixed oil and water all night, and for the most part it worked. I give my evening two thumbs up. thanks for the shot Hels.