Only one nightclub in Hollywood has glowing jellyfish swimming behind the bar. The more you dance, the more you drink, the adrenaline and toxins doing wonders in your cerebrum, the more captivating those eyeless sea creatures floating directionless become.

In its lifetime, LAX has established itself as an accessible venue that gets as exclusive as it needs to be, warranted the right occasion. Magazine releases, album celebrations, VIP after-parties, and your weekly go-to happen on the same dance floor. Occasionally, your semi-corporate homeboys battle under the disco ball. A couple might make out over a cocktail. A drunken discussion about the transition from print to the Internet may occupy the smoking area out back.

Founders Loyal Pennings, DJ AM and Jackson James updated what was club Las Palmas with young designer Alejandro Rivera’s modern chic stylings. The airport theme entered the atmosphere subtly, with a distinct but soft blend of coloring and bold lines taking visitors on a one-way flight to dancing the night away.

Every Sunday night LAX gets overtaken by Dim Mak’s crew and their free keg. If you fear Monday blues, allow red and silver to afford a reason to fall asleep at your desk—instead of boredom, let the drool spot on your work desk have the faint odor of your 40 second keg stand—the image of which has been twittered all over the web’s who’s who. In this way, LAX celebrates Hollywood’s greatest assets, the left and right fist of reckless abandon. And a fascination with sea life.