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Avoid this club and the douchebags that run it like the plague. There is a Fat bald bouncer out front who thinks because he has a clipboard and an earpiece in his ear that he is curing cancer... Hate to tell him, but he's not. I am a drummer and I have played way better places than this clown is the glorified doorman at. I am attaching a copy of a letter I wrote to a promoter who I sponsored a party at this dump with. The names have been changed to protect the innocent.
Grab a beverage, light up a stogie, and recline the Lazy Boy... this one is good.
*** Warning - Explicit Language***
Hello Adam,
As you already know and heard from people, I was completely humiliated and made a fool in front of over 200 people at the party we sponsored Saturday night at LAX/Luxor.
Upon arrival with three others attending with me I spot Pete G behind the rope by the entrance. I know from past parties I see him, he gets us through the line. I walk up to Pete and say Hi, and I was immediately berated by a bald Bouncer who in front of everyone screams "No fuckin' way is he coming in with that Jersey on!" He was referring to my $300 Authentic Black Desean Jackson Philly Eagles Jersey. I turned to him and said bro I sponsored this party $3000.00 it cost me. "I Don't Give A Fuck" he says. I turn to Pete and was like what is this guy's deal. The bouncer then commented that he didn't like my $130.00 Columbia Dark Grey boots. Pete now moved us to another section and claimed he would take care of this... As we moved I see the guy pointing at his wrist and telling another bouncer that I need to cover up my Eagles Tattoo.
The guys was over the line from the get go. Pete asked If I had another shirt to put on over the jersey. My buddy had happened to have a button down shirt on top of another shirt and offered to let me wear that. The Bouncer interjected no that's his shirt I know that's his shirt not yours. I look at Pete and was like what the fuck is this guy's problem? Pete said there's a gift shop right next door can you go buy a T shirt? I said fine, I'll buy a shirt. I went next door bought a black shirt with jewels and sequins on it because it was the only shirt that would fit over my arms... Long Sleeve so it covers my tattoo. Another bouncer approaches me and politely asks please keep the shirt on in the club and not to just take it off after entry and wear the jersey I said no problem. As I was answering I see the guy pointing at my Boots again! I said you know what fuck this. I unbuttoned the shirt, returned it at the gift shop and called it a day.
The kicker is one guy I was with had New balance Sneaks on... they were ok, and a guy in my booth early that day spilled Cranberry Juice all over himself and was staying in another hotel, I lent him a $12 White Miller light shirt that I wear to wash my car on the weekend, and he was let in with that very shirt! Not sure what was up that guy's crawl, but I truly did not deserve that kind of treatment on a night in which I had just been alerted that I won an AVN award, and spent $3000.00 on sponsoring a party. It was totally unprovoked and uncalled for. There are two ways you talk to people, and somebody needs to teach that guy the difference. Just because your standing in front of a club with and earpiece and a clipboard doesn't mean that you're curing cancer. I didn't get his name, but he really shouldn't have a job there.
Moral of the story these guys and this Club aren't worth your time. Go to Studio 54 or Pure, you'll have a better time.
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