The few blocks walk feels like a foreign world trying to suck you into the temptation of staying aground. Just when you think you’re lost to the mainland you find the final elevator to Upstairs. After exiting the elevator you pass couples and daters chatting lazily at tables along the classic, dark, and moodily lit roof. A DJ connects tune after tune while you collect concoctions for the final final of the night. Relax by the fire or under the lantern-laden tree while taking in the cool LA air and atmosphere. As your straw strikes air, pulling on that last morsel of alcohol, you’re mind wanders to the wind tunnel of 2 hours ago, 1100 feet above the street and realize it’s time to go home…or is it?