Sometimes I feel like layering seven pastel-colored Lacoste polos (pink on the outside baby!) and popping each collar in sequence. Sometimes I feel like wearing a tight black t-shirt with a huge sequin dragon on it (no my mom didn't make it with her bedazzler, thank you very much) and wearing it with my Rock & Republic jeans and crisp white tennis shoes with a big gold chain (yeah jersey shore, snookie this if your you!). Either urge demands massive amounts of gel in my hair and $600 bottle service at my private table, paid for to get my past those peons waiting in line. Thankfully they have change as I only roll with $100s. Can you smell the money? (and Axe body wash?) Ok perhaps I never feel either of these urges, but if I did you should not doubt for one second that I would go directly to Suite.