It's New Year's Day, and most of Minneapolis is snuggled up at home with their hangovers still lingering from the previous night's ragers. Downtown feels like an icy ghost town. Even First Avenue is sans scene kids sharing cigs on the corner, the Mainroom dark and lifeless like a closed museum. But look closer, and a guy in a black oversized puffer is chasing his breath through the inconspicuous VIP Room door, followed by girls peeling off their coats before they even get inside. Before you know it, a line has formed down the starry black brick wall of the club. What could possibly drag these kids out tonight? The irresistible urge to Get... More >>>