One Exquisite Evening

In this city, there are hundreds of memorable nights and dozens of amazing nights. A spectacular night requires an extra element. Memorable nights and amazing nights have alcohol and anticipation, splendor and success… Yet, spectacular nights have that aspect memorable and amazing nights will never…

Upon my arrival at Sugar Bar, one could note the presence of said extra element (and if you don’t know the “element” I’m referencing, you’ve obviously taken up residence in an undisclosed location)… Three hours prior to the arrival of Brody Jenner, Park Street Patio (which really should be given the nickname of official pre-game location for Sugar weekends) was buzzing…

As I walked from table to table, there were not the small groups which would normally arrive an hour before to enjoy one beer before bunny chasing… On this night, there were packs… Six, eight, and ten boy and bunny packs consuming shots, discussing the aforementioned celebrity… The energy not normally present in Sugar Bar until midnight on an ordinary evening, was vibrant at nine p.m. on this evening…

While I will take some credit for the promotion of this evening (first of all, I ran multiple announcements and second of all, if you don’t give yourself credit, who will), I must heap credit upon several members of the Sugar-Park Street management team… I know I’ve discussed factions or individual members of other venue’s management, but I will say without hesitation, no ensemble, despite different personalities, outperforms Sugar-Park Street…

Owners Chris Corso and Mike Gallicchio not only enjoy their occupations, they not only succeed at their occupations, they revel in their occupations… Promotions superstars Avi, Brian, Molly, and Tori could sell bubblegum in a lockjaw ward… And Randy, is in a word, omnipresent… He is always there, always anticipating, always with the correct answer…

As two hours elapsed, the anticipation of Jenner’s arrival and the crowd clamoring for that arrival, only exploded… I know I have discussed what a late city this is, and on most nights, you could set your watch for a midnight turnout, but on this night, the city announced their presence early… There were lines stacked twenty deep on the street, the dance floor was slammed, even the hallways, entranceway, and steps were crowded… (And if one were to line up every bunny that had arrived prior to midnight, I am certain they could encircle the walk from Park Street to Nationwide Arena)…

Now, I must at this point say the following (I promise, we will return to the bunnies momentarily)… I am not often jealous of someone else’s job… I have a good job and even if I were broke, I still normally don’t lust after another person’s occupation… With that said, rules have exceptions, and I am jealous of Chris Corso’s job…

Having the title of venue owner will score you some points… Being as successful as Chris has been, will undoubtedly score you some more… But, Chris Corso’s point total on this evening was simply ridiculous… Standing to the right of the main bar, surrounded by four, exquisite, off the chart, bunnies, I had to admit, for the first time in forever, I wanted someone else’s job… The platinum parade dancing with him, sipping drinks with him, talking to him was an embarrassment of riches…

Speaking of embarrassments of visual riches… I’ve discussed before, the ability of bunnies to wear anything, (potato sack, blanket, rug, end of a mop) as an outfit and get away with it… But, the variations on this night stretched all conceivable boundaries… From the seemingly painted on black dresses to the form flattering animal prints to the cutting edge ensembles, the bunnies tastes were exceptional…

I know you’re thinking, he has been talking for ten paragraphs… But, finally, the moment in this column and the evening arrived, Brody Jenner entered, slightly past midnight, surrounded by a phalanx of security, which would have made President Obama jealous… He was escorted to a table amidst screams and digital photography flashes and one could convey from his smile that he enjoyed every second of it…

As security scrambled to create enough room in his section and the bunnies swarmed for the best position from which to take a picture from or with him or get close enough to touch him, the entire episode unfolded like an Elton John song… Primas and prima donnas seeking space… Jenner, sitting like a prince, perched in his electric chair…

Since I mentioned Elton John songs (Thursday night’s alright for fighting)… Forty minutes (approximately) after Jenner’s arrival, the inevitable occurred… Feet from my twitter position, a fight ensued and three security guards quickly found themselves escorting, scratch that, dragging an intoxicated moron from the venue… Only this moron was really special, because after getting dragged from the mezzanine through the bar and the hall, he attempted to fight a trio of cops in the street… (I’m not completely smart, but I know, even when intoxicated, never to take on a cop)…

With the intoxicated moron (last time I will use the phrase, I promise) ousted, the attention returned (like it ever left) to Jenner, who continued humbly lapping it up… An hour later, the obviously not shy reality star finally spoke… “Are there any guys here that go to Ohio State,” he asked. “Are there any girls here that go to Ohio State? Are there any guys here that want f*** girls who go to Ohio State?” (His gift for interesting conversation aside, the venue sizzled with approval)…

About thirty minutes and another two hundred or so camera flashes after that statement, Jenner, engulfed again by security, walked from his table toward the exit… His head was down; he had a slight swagger, although he was clearly tired… He reminded me of a boxer who had just fought… He wanted more adulation, but could not stand to take it… He was rushed down the hall and into a waiting cab and if what I know of him is correct, he has called Lauren Conrad twice by now (just kidding)…

Amidst Jenner’s appearance, Dr. Mojoe provided another dazzling highlight, as they unveiled their spring collection… Having been to the store once and not having been very impressed, I did not know what to expect from this show, but understood that anything they showcased could only improve my opinion… They did more than improve my opinion… They impressed me… Their color choices were inspired, their patterns were appealing, and their styles were exceptional…

I will offer this caution… Dr. Mojoe chose the perfect collection of models for the items showcased… It was almost as if they fit the model to the clothes, instead of the other way around… Thus, there is the chance that clothes on the rack will appear less than desirable… With that said, and while I will review the collection more in-depth, I would recommend the impressive apparel…

Brody Jenner, fashion brilliance, a superb staff, personalities, and bunnies everywhere… Although I had never forgotten, tonight Sugar made me remember why the venue, on it’s greatest nights, owns this city’s nightlife… It’s not enough to get in the door… You want to be dancing with the table full of bunnies, with a bottle of champagne on that table… You want to be doing shots with the promoters in the V.I.P. Mezzanine… You want to be on the stage, in the dj booth, at the table next to the millionaire’s son… It’s this combination, part Les Deux and part Studio 54, that make Sugar a fantasy land that one you walk away from, you want to walk right back into…

And make no mistake; this was one of those greatest nights… As I stood in the mezzanine, I glanced toward the dance floor bar, where Chris Corso was standing… Eye contact, I nodded, he nodded… No words necessary… That look of recognition sealed this evening’s perfection…