Maxwell has never shied away from a party that’s a little over the top. So when someone floated the idea of bringing a mechanical bull into the club, we didn’t dismiss it — we measured. It turned out the Garden Room’s columns left just enough clearance for a full-sized bull setup. That was all the encouragement we needed.
On the night of the Maxwell Rodeo, the Garden Room transformed into a Western fantasy. Members arrived in their sharpest cowboy boots and fringe, ready for a Texas-style barbecue dinner that smelled like it had been slow-smoked straight from the plains.
The mechanical bull — inflated, gleaming, and just slightly menacing — became the center of gravity. One by one, guests climbed on, holding tight as the crowd whooped and hollered. The rides ended in spills, triumphs, and plenty of laughter, each dismount a little more dramatic than the last.
By the end of the night, it was clear: this wasn’t just another themed party at Maxwell. It was one for the books — equal parts grit, spectacle, and the kind of joyful chaos that keeps our members talking for weeks.
