There are a lot of things to love about bumpin' nights at the Wildcat House. Yes, sometimes people spill their Long Islands all over the mammoth dance floor. And, yeah, guys occasionally miss the urine trough when taking a leak. But these things are part of its gritty charm. When you're done cutting loose, you can go home, wash the cigarette smoke from your hair and take comfort that no one whose respect is important to you saw you humping a stranger to the bass-heavy beat. And even if someone did, he or she was probably too drunk to remember!