Holy hell, the memories. The first time I went to the 5 Point was after a long night out partying with people I only met that very night at the Ibiza night club, where I had gone with some compatriots to scope it out for a possible TV pilot we were planning. Our connection was Troy, a friend of one of us, who knew the owner pretty well.
Long story short, after a meet and greet with the very gracious host the others left and I stayed behind, entertained by Troy, his insanely sexy exotic dancer girlfriend, and his linebacker-sized best friend. The night led us to another nightclub before culminating at the 5 Point around 4am.
There was flashing (the dancer), inappropriate groin-foot contact all around (her again), very appropriate greasy food and good stiff drinks and coffee (interchanged as necessary.)
Now I live right by it, I’m almost sad it’s easier to end the night in my own bed than someone else’s…over 4 years ago