Description: Spin the wheel, land behind the velvet rope! The Bubble Lounge seems to think it's in LA and that people actually care. The end guy for the first level is the bouncer, and with his pointless enforcement for a bullshit… door policy and mindless adherence to an amorphous "dress code," he's just as douchey as the people he lets in! Roll again if he actually allows you through the gate. If you're female, go back 17 spaces, one for each time you get hit on by a guy who woos with his stock portfolio. Pay $12 for a flute of midrange sparkling wine, do not pass go, do not collect $200 -- that money goes for the cover and the coat check. [link]