The Golden Palms. $20 rooms. Diner. An every night until 4am, unironic wood panel lounge with kareoke.
One time we arrived and not 5 minutes later a fistfight broke out. One of those real fights, where there was this build-up, and dancing around and then some stumbling, awkward struggle, with others pulling them apart with no real damage but a strange feeling. The attacker left with a girl.
10 minutes after that, the attackee got up and sang. But first he emparted a sign of the times: "Don't ever ask another guy's girl what her MySpace name is."
footnote: Noooooooo! Golden Palms just closed, March 12, 2007. Goodbye old school. Hello lame condo.
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