Posh 11:42 p.m.

I think we are about to go on a rollercoaster ride interweaving back and forth through the velvet ropes. A twist, a turn and a staircase later we make our way into Posh.

Recent divorcee Barb Roberts went out to Posh for a night on the town with her friends to celebrate her new freedom. The nightclub is located at 1 W. Exchange St. in Akron. {larger}

It is the perfect mix of business and pleasure. You can dance through floating bubbles or sit and talk away from the dance floor where the fishing expedition is taking place. The little fi-she’s are shaking their tail-fins trying to bite or avoid the lines cast by the fishermen on the banks.

I experiment. From the banks I cast off, catching a bite from a lady named Barb Roberts, a bank-teller celebrating the first day of her divorce.

“I’ll never get stuck in the same rut, and I’ll never go back,” she says, pushing her way through the music.

“Hell, yeah,” I say, and I offer her a high-five.

Chad Willmore isn’t the dancing sort.

“Now there’s something you don’t see every day,” he says. “A fish out of water.”

Chad is more of a stay-at-home type. It is his first time at Posh, and he really likes the scene.

“I’ll never get stuck in the same rut, and I’ll never go back.”

“You have to get dressed up a little bit,” he says. “It’s hard to find people who like that techno beat. Everywhere else you go it’s all rap music.”

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