The numbers are supposed to be even, but to my eye, it seemed women outnumbered men. I missed the dance party upstairs, but I was off my feet and in air conditioning at the lower bar.
The women were also given red stickers to put on the hottest guy.
Someone would walk out with all the stickers and someone would have to leave without any. And OK with it, but every now and again, I think that it might be cool to have a someone special.