After years of traversing L.A.'s party scene, hitting up everything from parties with pants-less waiters to goblin-themed events and steampunk parties, there is nothing quite as strange as heading to Avalon on a Saturday night for its flagship party, Avaland. The Hollywood mega-club seems to go against the grain of everything you have heard about L.A. clubs. In a time of a recession, it's still packed, despite a steep cover ($35 at the door last Saturday), $7 beer and parking rates that seem to change at the whim of the attendants. In a city that people claim goes to sleep at 2 a.m., a new, large crowd will enter the club ready to dance until sunrise. Unlike so many hipper spots in town, Avalon actually has a good sound system.
You might think that Avalon's allure resides in the fact that the club consistently books top-notch DJs, like Damian Lazarus, who stopped by with his Rebel Rave tour on Saturday night, and Calvin Harris, who was also on the bill. But that might not be it. Ask around the club and you'll find plenty of people who have no idea who is behind the desks. The reputation of the club often precedes that of the artists its hosts. Out on the floor, you'll find the glow-stick crowd mixed with people who are old enough to be your parents, but can still dance like they're 21. Avalon is the rare club in L.A. where there's no discernible scene and that's part of its charm.
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