The throng was made up of not only the usual indie-punk, polka-dotted Rogue crew, but also some high-class Scottsdale chicks with a few middle-aged men in tow. Oh, and the legendary Dave Navarro showed up, did one cruise through to scout out the ladies, and then retreated to the Rogue's so-called "VIP room" (we're picturing a leather couch and disco ball in the storage closet with a couple of broads). Unfortunately, we were not deemed hot enough to get in and take photos, but such an endeavor may have put us at risk for a myriad of STDs anyway, so we think it was for the best.
Seemingly scummy celebrities aside, the night was wild with drunk-ass dancing and rock 'n' roll that gave us ringing ears and a raging hangover that lasted until Monday afternoon.
