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Volume 71, Issue 91,
Thursday, February 16, 2006
Life & Arts Chic Opus at the core of the night life Bottoms Up Sarah Tressler Nothing says "bottoms up" better than a booming three-story nightclub filled with buzzing 20-somethings bumping and grinding on a crowded dance floor. For a party of this magnitude, one must turn to Opus, one of Main Street's elite nightclubs. The tri-level monstrosity caters to the college crowd with gusto. The entrance to the ground floor includes a long, busy bar and a packed dance floor surrounded by plush sofas and cocktail tables. Two mini stages are also on the dance floor for barely clothed go-go dancers or any drunken college freshman who feels ready to show everyone around her how it's done. If you can't make your way through the poppers and lockers to the bar on the main floor, go upstairs where you can get the bartender's attention with a little less effort. The top floor is an open balcony where you can spot your buds below without winding through a maze of moving bodies. This is also a good place to take a rest room break -- an attendant keeps the upstairs rest room at Opus clean, neat and stocked with hair spray, mints, perfume or any other on-the-go grooming toiletries you might need. The downstairs rest rooms are tiny, dim and dirty by comparison. The music is loud on the main floor for dancing purposes, and you may find it hard to hear yourself think. If you're looking for a quieter spot to snuggle with the hottie you just hooked up with, head underground. The light is low, the music is more relaxing and the crowd is sparse. It's a good place to hang if you need a break from the chaos upstairs. At the bottom of the stairs you can find yet another full bar which almost never has a line -- a precious commodity in the downtown nightclub arena. After you snag a drink, you can duck into one of the peek-a-boo rooms. One has a stripper pole; another has a DJ spinning mellower beats than what's being blasted upstairs; the last one is really hard to see and has been dubbed the make-out room, for obvious reasons. By the time you hear "last call" from the bartenders, you might have some trouble finding the friend you came with (Is that him doing the worm in the middle of the dance floor?), but you won't want to leave anyway.
Opus 412 Main St.
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