When it comes to hedonism, rough can be tough, as in good. Case in point: A Club Called Rhonda, the queen bitch of flashy dance parties housed inside the tacky East Hollywood salsa club Guatelinda. To regulars, Rhonda's not just a club, it's a living entity to be referred to in the third person. She can definitely be a bad influence. Cheap booze (and free mandatory Jell-O shots at the door!), a sultry, non-air-conditioned space that makes you wanna strip (bad '70s porn interior includes mirrored walls, lady statues, Christmas lights and red, black and white everything), and hautea hordes humping about in some of the most creative DIY duds you'll see anywhere — from weird workout wear to ghetto-glam costumes. It all makes for a wanton wonderland feel. Promoter Aaron Castle and the Goddollars crew call their bimonthly bash a “polysexual” party, but the poly principle applies to more than babes of all persuasions hooking up. This rager's rotating roster of DJs (guests have included Jeremy Scott, Acid Girls, Guns & Bombs and Cosmo Vitelli) churn out multifaceted electro/disco mixes that are as raw and raunchy as the room itself. And that's just how Rhonda likes it.
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