Feeling like ‘da bomb’ this past Friday is an understatement! Well, not really, it was pretty lame and funny actually, but staying up until a whopping 3am was nevertheless refreshing.
The highlight of the evening/night will probably go down as my coolest moment in history. After dinner, and a couple of unsuccessful attempts of finding the right spot of the evening, I remembered about a place whose owner I know through a friend of a friend. And so we grab a taxi (or more like fight for a taxi in the monsoon of a Friday that took over NYC that night.)
We pull up next to ‘the place’ with no line, but people hanging out or smoking nearby. Mind you, I have never been a fan of night clubs, or waiting in line to be facecontrolled, or not waiting in line after being facecontrolled, or generally waiting in line to get into any “hot/new/chill/popping” place.
Nevertheless, the velvet rope was there. This magical velvet rope had the power to stay closed, or be opened at the total discretion of a scrawny wannabe with a clipboard and a pretend guest list.
And so my star moment went something like this…
Guy at the door with a clipboard and a pretend guest list (the Guy): “Hey guys, can I help you?”
Me in my cute rain day outfit with rain boots and umbrella on a side(Me): “Hi, we just wanted to come in to hang out and have a drink.”
The Guy: After a two second pause (supposedly face controlling) “Sorry we have a private party here tonight.”
Me: “Private party, here? Really?”
The Guy: “Yeah, sorry.”
Me: (Thinking that this must be one of those facecontrol moments, which of course has nothing to do with me and my cute rain day outfit, but nevertheless the moment when I must redeem myself because I draged my friends all the way from the west side to get here) “Hmm…is Mike here?”
The Guy: (After processing the magic words) “Hmmm…you know Mike?”
Me: (Pulling out my iPhone to text Mike.) “Yeah, I know Mike.”
The Guy: (Looking at my iPhone about to text Mike.) “How do you know Mike?”
Me: “He’s a friend of mine.”
The Guy: “Hmmm…why don’t you guys come in.”
Me: (putting away the iPhone) “Cool, thanks.”
The Guy: (Pointing at some loner who was standing next to us) “Is this your entourage?”
Me: (Did he just say ENTOURAGE?) “Oh no, its just the four of us.”
And that’s how that was done!
Private party my behind. We were totally facecontrolled. How lame (of the wanna be with a clipboard and a pretend guest list)!
This was also the moment when I gained a whole other orbit of respect from a friend I know for at least a decade. I am not making this up, she told me herself. The free drinks that I got from the owner was also a nice touch. Thanks Mike!
So friends, amigos y amigas, beware. I know people! :)
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