Good times in the 1980s:
A "lady" spat in my face because I declined her tempting offer to dance (yes, there is a dance floor there - sometimes bands). She later followed me into the men's room to watch me pee.
One night we witnessed a wedding reception there. True story. The happy couple actually met at the Cecil, and thought it would be romantic to celebrate their marriage at the glamorous Cecil Hotel. The parents of the bride and groom were absolutely mortified. I wonder if they stayed in the Honeymoon Suite?
Another time a woman in perhaps her 50s was passed-out on the dance floor. Two or three songs later (no one bothered to help her up) she incredibly got back on her feet, and carried on dancing. We referred to that as the "TSN Turning Point".
A gentleman asked my male friend to dance one night. I don't think the man was gay; he was just too drunk too know if he was speaking to men or women.
There was a sign behind the bar reminding guests to "check their knives".
Why did we go there? Cheapest pitchers of beer in the city.
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