El Micky, when it was still in Miguel Hidalgo, was like a really banging house party that happened almost every night. It was so popular and crowded you had to go on a Wednesday or Thursday, just to get in. It was hot inside, sticky, even with all the little fans running. And you could smoke a cig inside and get away with it. Then it moved to a bigger space in Escandon and felt totally lame. I don’t have any tattoos, but this Mexico City nightspot was so great, I almost got the Mickey/rosary beads gloves tattooed on my left pec. That’s how brilliant El Micky was… RIP.