Bottle It Up

I’ve attended Sugar Bar on iconic nights… I twittered every second of Brody Jenner’s visit… I’ve attended other venues on iconic nights… Let me say this in capital terms… I have never experienced anything close to what I experienced Friday evening…

Prior to my arrival at Sugar Bar, I had expectations for the evening… As I said, I attended Jenner’s appearance… However, I had zero comprehension of what awaited me, as I walked the concrete from the Frog Bear and Wild Boar to Sugar Bar… Upon my arrival, one fact was immediately obvious… This was not Jenner’s appearance…

I walked the entrance carpet and through the doors, arriving below upper mezzanine, adjacent from the coat check area… As I said on twitter, the only appropriate word was wow… The couch area was crawling… The stairs held a slight path… However, the upper and lower mezzanine and the dance floor was crushed… Not crushed as in the typical sense… Not crushed as in you could barely walk toward the bathroom or the stage or another area… Crushed as in completely impassable…

With fifteen minutes until Donnie Wahlberg’s appearance (he was apparently running slightly behind schedule), I settled to the left of the upper mezzanine, where Chris Corso, Mike Gallichio, Brian Swanson, Gonzo, and two dozen bunnies were roped off inside the evening’s prime piece of real estate… I debated in my mind, text someone, let them know I am here… I knew if they knew I had arrived, I would end up in that real estate…

Approximately, five minutes after that thought traversed its way through my mind, I spotted Gallichio walking past me… We hugged… We shared a quick exchange… He exited, he returned, and not ten minutes after I had desired entrance, I gained entrance… Upper mezzanine, inside the ropes, with the crème de la crème of city nightclub society…

As I settled myself within the mezzanine, it didn’t take seconds to realize this was location… It didn’t take seconds to realize that anyone of the thousand screaming masses on the floor or behind the ropes would trade places with me in a second… Swanson and I talked… Corso and I talked… Amidst the multiple digital flashes and the crush, it wasn’t lost on any of us that we were the envied…

It also wasn’t lost on anyone that Gonzo had made his triumphant return to Sugar Bar… I know I’ve discussed Gonzo previously, but all prior words now seem inadequate… From the moment I walked into upper mezzanine, you could tell that Gonzo was within ecstasy… Spitting perfect phrases, texting, talking, enjoying the music… Gonzo owned the initial portion of the evening… I’ve said this before, I will say this again… When you have the chance to listen to an artist with passion… Savor it… There is nothing better in this world…

Speaking of master craftsman, DJ Samurai was completing the tone for the evening… From throwing a remix beat under “Creep” and “Lose Your Love” to, for the second straight night (although by another artist), throwing a dance beat under “Wonderwall,” DJ Samurai was incomprehensible… Dancing to his talent seemed insufficient… You wanted to frame it and sell it at auction…

And the trio with enough money to buy it at auction were standing inches from me in upper mezzanine… With smiles of satisfaction on their faces (and they deserved them for the way the night was unfolding), Corso, Gallichio, and Swanson chatted with other fortunate mezzanine mavens and stared into the throng of people, stirring with anticipation for Wahlberg’s arrival…

Forget anxiety or worry over how the night would progress…. From the moment I arrived, it was clear the titan trinity was celebrating their success… Every glance from them, every handshake with them was an affirmation… In Gallichio’s case, it was a admonition… Make sure Saturday’s column equals the majesty of this evening (I’ll return to that subject shortly)…

Finally, Donnie Wahlberg, flanked by security that would made have made glass case enclosed items jealous, arrived… Wearing jeans and a jacket, with a hat, and a bandana around his neck, he personified the street wise heartthrob that bunnies spent the better part of their adolescence fawning over… He was only inside Sugar Bar for ten minutes before stepping to the microphone…

Back dropped by a crush of bunnies, two of which were holding signs that read “Get at Me” and “Dew Me,” and eyeing a swarm of digital flashes, that would have made the Super Bowl’s opening kickoff jealous, he smiled and strutted and spoke and the bunnies swallowed every word twice… “I didn’t come to Columbus to sleep,” he implied… Trust me, no one was sleeping or dancing or taking their eyes off of the mezzanine while he was present…

The way that I know they weren’t is the crush intensified… The crush was unbelievable… In the upper mezzanine, feet from me, a rope line of five security guards, walled off heartbroken heifers, who holding cameras and pictures, were pleading for access… Alas, access, thanks to the granite wall, was denied…

The phenomenon was nothing I had ever witnessed… Jenner was famous and arguably more relevant given reality television’s success… Kirk Herbstreit is more notable within the city… Yet, he could freely walk without fear at Park Street Patio… Wahlberg was surrounded… As his presence in the venue continued, the swarm exploded… The chain grew to a sixth security guard on one side… Two security guards on the other and on the dance floor, no one was shaking their ass… Every eye was on Wahlberg…

As he took the microphone for a second time to announce that the New Kids on the Block will be returning to Columbus (the Full Service Tour) this summer, the digital flashes outnumbered the amount of people staring toward the stage (and there were at minimum a thousand people)… Wahlberg danced as the music returned… He was clearly consuming the attention….

Something else that was clear that Gonzo kept disappearing… After about an hour of watching him exit and enter the mezzanine, I discovered why… He had been seeking a song, a rare track, that Wahlberg would perform to later… Leave it to Gonzo to score huge on an already huge night… And leave it to the crowd to swell beyond what I ever conceived…

By the time Wahlberg was set to speak for the third of what turned out to be three occasions, there was literally no room to breathe at any point in Sugar Bar… The mezzanine had even engorged beyond capacity… As this occurred, my phone died, at a big event, yet again… I rapidly borrowed Gonzo’s phone to twitter a sign off, unaware of the spectacle which would ensue in heartbeats…

With microphone in hand and the music omnipresent, Walhberg strutted and straddled the line between showman and stuntman, as he performed “Full Service…” The throng was with him word for word… They were pitch perfect… He smiled, he soaked up the attention, and akin to a trapeze artist, he worked the cage bar as if it were a stripper pole… Swinging out, never making contact with the crowd, and returning… It was amazing…

As he exited the stage, encircled again by security, Wahlberg approached the ropes and was herded toward the exit… And the herd, which had crammed the outside mezzanine and the lower mezzanine and the dance floor, followed him… There was a literal stampede of people, who all night had begged for access into where I was standing… They were now chasing Wahlberg into the street… The sheer volume of the delirium of the heifers and the lengths they would go to for one minute with their idol made me wince… It also made me realize once again, why I love this website…

Throughout the night, the outsiders had begged for access, when I had access… They wanted to stand with Gonzo, talk with Gallichio, and be feet from Wahlberg… but I was… See the mistake everyone makes with this life is that it’s about joining the party… It’s not about joining the party… I’m part of the party and I can tell you, I don’t talk about the access or take the access because I want to say to someone, I’ve been here or done this… In the words of Wahlberg , “I do it for love…”

I also do it to say these five words to Gallichio (told you we’d return to his lobbying)… Your thoughts on the column?