My experience at The Spot Etc was absolutely horrendous. The only reason I had heard of this uninviting place was because I wanted to attend DJ Clockwork's tribute show to Mac Miller on the one year anniversary of his death. All I can really say is that Malcolm would have been highly disappointed with how his fans were treated at this shallow venue. Let me paint the scene of my story for you. My fiancé, brother, and I (avid concert-goers) have never heard of this venue and had difficulty finding its location. After missing the turn at least three times, we pulled up to the parking lot and got out of the car. As we were walking toward the building (which was an old Hoss's split in half and shared with a spay/neuter clinic) a grungy man who posed as a worker approached us. With his orange construction vest and what resembled a Macy's shopping bag he asked us if we wanted to buy "light ups" referring to the glow bracelets in his shady bag. At first it was misleading as if it were a required bracelet for admission. We declined and continued to the building to stand in line outside. The doors were supposed to open at 7:00 PM, but actually opened at almost 7:30 PM. Since we arrived early to guarantee a good spot, we had to stand in the sun for an hour and a half because the doors were delayed. While standing in line, many of the attendees were unpleasant to be around. For example, the people behind us were openly drinking in line. They were extremely obnoxious and should have been asked to leave. However, due to the lack of basic management, no workers were around to take care of the issue. Furthermore, during our lengthy wait time, at least three or four people tried to pose as workers of the venue and tried to explain instructions for paying. We were told multiple different things such as, "You must pay ten dollars online and ten dollars at the door" being one prime example. While standing in line, the same man who was selling bracelets was now directing traffic by announcing, "If you parked at the restaurant next door you need to move your car or else it will be towed." At last the line started moving and we arrived at a circular table outside the main entrance of the former Hoss's. We finally were able to speak to the very first employee we saw from this appalling establishment. The employee was undeniably under the influence of alcohol or some type of drug. He wanted us to pay online through some sketchy website and our phones were not working so we wanted to pay cash inside. He said that was fine and directed his hand toward the door for us and began talking to the group behind us. As my brother went to open the door handle the employee exclaimed, "Whoa, whoa! Where do you think you are going? Don't you want to get back into this place if you leave?" (No, not really.) So after he said that to my brother, he continued talking to the group behind us. The group suggested to him that maybe he should finish taking care of us before proceeding to talk to them. Now the worker says, "What about procedures, man?" and proceeds to draw a black "X" on our hands with a magic marker. Now, we have finally entered the dusty building! We were finally in and getting our ID's ready for security in the former ordering line in Hoss's. As we approached the bouncer, my brother goes first and turns the corner to go pay. (I later found out the bracelet man had a table of glow bracelets set up inside.) It is now my turn, and the bouncer tells me to "take the strap off" in reference to my tiny crossbody purse that is Stage AE-approved. It was across my torso, so I removed it and opened it for him. He responded rudely, "No. Take the strap off of your purse or you are not going in." Meanwhile, it is extremely loud and hard to hear in this place as Mac's "3rd Dimension" was bumping. I told him, "The strap doesn't come off?" My purse had chain links at the bottom of the strap. What did he want me to do? Break out my handy dandy tool kit? Please keep in mind that I checked the website for a bag policy prior to arriving at this venue because I have a medication I need to carry with me. Also, there were no signs posted and no instructions given outside. Again, terrible management. So naturally the bouncer very rudely told me I can't go in. I asked him if I could at least turn the corner and get my brother so that we could leave in which he told me no. Now my fiancé had to get patted down (and ball-tapped) by this creep to get my brother so that we could leave. As he was doing that I stormed out of the building, making sure to inform anyone with a strapped bag of this absurd situation. I strided past the worker with the magic marker and waited for my fiancé and brother to meet me. (part 1; please see my attached photo for part 2) read more