I really don't know why I keep giving that place another chance every couple of months although it makes me want to beat the livin' sh*t out of the management everytime I go.

Right, it's because I liked the old YGYS. Good old days, long gone. The new one seems to pretend the Olympics are still going to come up.

Taking the full cover charge even if the main acts have long gone home? Great, go ahead! I go somewhere else. Unless I'm too drunk and tired to do so because the place is located in the middle of nowhere.

Rock music and beer go hand-in-hand. And I can drink loads of beer. Well, I would, if it wasn't so ridiculously overpriced. One could get a keg of beer in Beijing for what they charge for a kid's Tsingtao (300ml) in there.

The alternative is mixed drinks, which aren't that madly priced, I have to admit, even if they serve those in the smallest glasses available on the market. However, they managed to train their staff severely to steal those drinks from people having fun on the dancefloor. Kudos to the management, we all know it's hard to train Chinese waiters. But in this case they've done it really well.

The first drink disappeared. Fine, no problem, get another one. It took a bit the fun out of dancing to be forced to watch the second drink sitting there, but well, live is compromise. And after all YGYS has 3 staff mambers being solely responsible for stealing the drinks of people dancing on the dabcefloor, so you have to be alert at all times. But they're professionals. So, they managed to do so again.

3rd drink. I don't dance anymore. Just humping up and down, concentrating on my drink, which I placed on the stage, beneath the DJ desk, almost impossible to see. Concentrating, concentrating... Someone wants to get a light, fine... just takes a second... f***!

f***! f***! f***!

I can still see the waitress running off with it.

But I don't bother anymore.

I won't come back to YGYS anyway.