Yep Sunday is 'locals' night. Except, let me define it further. It's young, male (sometimes with dates), locals night, and they arrive in go-fast boats with little regard for anything or anybody in their paths. They're not there to pillage and plunder, but to have a good time - just like you.

Problems arise when one or more of three circumstances occur:
1.) A young, local male somehow offends a young visitor male in some inconsequential manner, or vice versa. Like bumping into one another on the dance floor or making a derogatory comment about Derrick Rose. Testosterone fueled idiocy ensues.
2.) A young, local male hits upon a young visitor female who happens to be accompanied by a young visitor male (or her father). Testosterone fueled idiocy ensues.
3.) And the most egregious...A young, visitor male hits upon a young, local female. Super-charged testosterone fueled idiocy ensues.

In short, it's no different than any other Caribbean club, and you have a distinct feeling that you don't belong there.

Instead of dancing and drinking half-naked and mostly drunk with the same people that you see at the Wal-Mart in Poughkeepsie, you are now in a very low-rent dung-island discotheque.

Ya might be comfortable with that, ya might not.