Written by Sarah Tuttle-Singer. Sarah is Jewrotica’s social media guru.
Every Thursday night during my last two years at UC Berkeley, my friends and I would drive across the Bay Bridge from Berkeley to San Francisco for a night of revelry and bacchanalian experimentation at Cat Club. The venue was renowned in the area for playing the best assortment of ’80’s music, and for attracting a goody bag of club-hoppers including the Euro-Fabulous, the Body-Modified, the Hells Angels, the Boys-into-Boys and Girls-into-Girls, the prerequisite college students, and even a few folks who danced to ’80’s music before it became kitsch — you know, back in the actual ’80’s. I loved Thursday nights: I would shimmy into black pleather pants so tight they squeaked when I tried to sit down in them, and line my eyes with heavy kohl.
I fell madly in love with ’80’s music during my time at Cat Club. The perky, upbeat songs were addictive, and unlike most clubs, which take themselves way too seriously, Cat Club was always fun. And, given the close proximity of the youth hostels to the club, there was a true international flavor on the dance floor: When “Come on Eileen” began to play, the Irish would whoop and holler. When the first few bars of ‘Land Down Under’ filled the club, the Australians bulldozed their way into the center of the action. And as soon as ’99 Luft Balons’ came on, a gaggle of screaming Germans would flock to the middle of the dance floor.
My girlfriend, K, knowledgeable in all things alcoholic, introduced me to the best club drink, “Bull in a China Shop,” a concoction of Red Bull, Grenadine, raspberry-flavoured Vodka, and lots of those sweet red cherries. As soon as we got to Cat Club, I would saunter up to the bar, flirt with the incredibly beautiful tattooed bartender, and order my new signature drink. Warmed by the vodka and fueled by the Red Bull, I’d get up to dance, and usually, after another Bull in a China Shop chased by a few free beers, I would end up with my girlfriends in the cage, bumping and grinding and attracting a lot of attention.
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