Okay, so I'm officially an old married lady

Yes, it's official. I thought life ended at thirty. However, it takes a few months, apparently.

 Here I am working on my edits, yes, yes I am, and my always intelligent and insightful CPs say, "This round of revisions was awesome. But you think you could let us know where you are?" Um, at a club? Isn't that obvious? "Yes, but which club? What sort of club is it?" Well, crap. A trendy club? "Yes, but which trendy club?" As if I know. Would you like to know the last time I went out to a club? Eight years ago, thank you very much. I don't think sitting at the bar at RWA counts, does it? Maybe it does. I don't know. Well, wait, we went dancing at that bar in the hotel in Reno. Surely that counts. Granted, it wasn't a go out and meet men sort of deal, given that my husband was upstairs sleeping, and even when I was footlloose and fancy free, I was not the sort of person to go out and meet men, but hey, that's about as wild as I've ever been. I know, boring. Although I did always have fun, so I don't think it was all that boring.

 Anyway, here is my dilemma. My characters are young, hip, and out having fun. What would be the name of a club that they would go to? You know, a trendy club? A place where they'd go, eat, and of course, dance. :) Help me out here, will you? Ah the trials of being an old married lady...