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| - The door man routine is a real snore. What is up with these guys and their petty little power trips?
We walked up with invitations to a private event going on there Thursday evening. The dude takes our invitations and then asks us to prove that they were really for us! After conferring with three of his doorman colleagues and taking time out to give a few other parties a hard time, he finally lets us through after about ten minutes, keeping our invitations. Well, then the cashier chick won't let us in because we don't have our invitations anymore, so The BF has to run back and extract them from doorman now. What a hassle to go to a private party!
We wandered in the "public" club area, and it felt like a typical over crowded, over hyped night club with bitchy looking women scowling over drinks and tons of fat older ex-frat type guys hanging out. A major sausage fest, guy to girl ratio must have been 5:1. Also, I found the crowd to feel pretty standoffish and unfriendly.
That said, the elevator operator was super nice, so there's a plus, and the view from Moon's balcony is gorgeous.
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