text: Last Friday night was a real mess in Old Town Scottsdale.  Something was in the air.  I felt like every place I went to was in the process of kicking some guy out or had someone handcuffed on the ground out front. \n\nIn our attempt to get away from the drunk fight club members, my friend remembered that Revolver was opening Friday night and we decide to check it out.  First, I love the name.  I'm sorry, but that is a damn great name if you ask me.  Unfortunately, that is pretty much all I loved about it. \n\nThe line was ridiculous.  Fortunately, my friend always seems to have some sort of random connection and he got us in rather quickly.  Inside, the place looked exactly like Six, but with a different color scheme.  I never liked Six, so that was a huge disappointment.  It was also 90 degrees in there.  Everyone was sweaty, including myself. \n\nIt was extremely crowded at the bar and I received zero attention from the bartenders.  I finally decided to just leave because the last thing I wanted was to sip vodka in a sauna with a bunch of other sweaty people.  It was uncomfortable.  A friend mentioned, on our way out, that the air broke.  So, I'm sure the sweat lodge environment wasn't created on purpose.  \n\nIf you liked Six, you will like Revolver.  It is the exact same thing.  Changing out the artwork and a new coat of paint does not a new club make.  I am just so disappointed.  With a name like Revolver, I expected more.\n\nAlso, I saw a guy get thrown out of Revolver as I walked past it later in the night.  This was after I got into my own tiff with my best friend.  I can't stand when drunk people yell and get all dramatic in public (well, I love to watch, but I don't like being involved in it), so we ended up going our separate ways for the rest of the night.  I decided to stay in the next day, on Saturday night, because there was some serious bad juju out that weekend.