Your head feels like there is a small, angry creature inside, trying to dig a hole so it can nest in your brain. Your mouth tastes like something could be rotting in there, and the only sound you want to hear through your ringing ears is the heavenly fizz of an Alka-Seltzer. Plus, it's Monday morning and you're late for work. Damn that DQ and its late night opening. But with a host of DJs and the best funk, indie and electro beats in town how can you resist it? Well, you simply won't, in fact you'd be there every night of the week, if it didn't close on a Tuesday.