The picture yesterday represents pretty much what happened to me last night (at least in a slightly more humorous fashion).

In my quest to bring you, my loyal readers, info on how to get into all of the clubs that the stars visit, I email and talk to a bunch of promoters, I see if any of their clubs are on my “watch list”, and proceed to see what walking in with them, or mentioning their name at the door, leads to. Sometimes, as highlighted by my review of M2, the promoters surpass my expectations (Props again to Evan and Matvey, and I honestly can’t wait to see what other places you promote next).

This wasn’t one of those times.   (((Offending club and promoter names have been omitted, everyone makes mistakes, everyone has a bad day, and heck, if its good enough for the ATP rankings to forgive a top player for a negative performance, then it’s good enough for me. HINT: This place has been mentioned on my site for celebrity sightings in NYC))).

I texted the promoter, he let me know that he would be walking in at around 11:45-12ish. I asked him if it was cool if I walked in with him (I ALWAYS recommend the walk-in, saves a lot of trouble), he agreed. And, as an extra bonus, a lady friend of mine shows up looking ever so lovely, so when midnight rolls around, I figure it shouldn’t be a problem – a well dressed couple, a promoter’s name, good to go right?

It’s a few minutes after midnight, and no word from the promoter, I figured what the heck, I’ll try his name at the door. Walked up to the front, told then whose guest list I was on, mentioned that it was me and a date… and he told us to step over on the right side of the line.  The wait was on. People were walking in, left and right, in groups of all sizes. There were girl groups, guy groups, groups of people looking like complete messes, each mentioning a different name at the door, each getting in.

I saw absolutely noone turned away at the door, at all.

So while I’m patiently standing there, it continues – everyone walks in except for us. I finally see my promoter step outside and wave to him, but he gets told to go back inside by the bouncer. “It’s my second week, I still need to build up respect at the door”. Ok… well at least the bouncer saw our interaction, I had to get in now right?

More time passes, I still wait.

I see my very first case of line racism ever. A well dressed black man with two very well dressed, good looking black women are at the front of the line with us. They mention a name… and the bouncer says “you know you guys will need to open a bar tab, right? That’s a 200 dollar minimum”. They accepted it, maybe thinking that it was the norm and their promoter didn’t have enough pull. Nope, that’s the only time that happened that night. That’s fucked up.

I wait. Maybe if I began pulling rank, mentioning this site, maybe then I would get in? But then I thought about it again – the message is to test how anyone, anywhere, can get into these places. Mentioning the site would be cheating. I waited.

1 am rolled around, we were the only two people in line, a few people have already begun walking out.  1 am – one hour is my time limit, I text my promoter and leave.

Maybe his “pull” will improve at this place in the next few weeks, or someone else will tell me about parties they are throwing there. We’ll see, but I’ll be sure to test it out, for you, the reader:-). I’m just glad that my lady friend was as relaxed as I am, others would have chewed me out, my promoter, the bouncer, the club, and some senators just for good measure.

I just wonder if  that trio of black dudes had to get up early for work the next day. 200 dollars of booze is a LOT for 3 people.

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