Life’s objective is the spotlight. The reason celebrities are idolized and millionaires are rich is they adore the spotlight. They relish the spotlight. Their ambitions were never anonymity, conformity, or obscurity. That’s the thing about the spotlight. It will never seek you. You must seek it.
Upon my arrival for the Luau, McFadden’s was swarmed. Given Greek Week’s volume of activity and the unwelcome weather (when did May become this city’s official rain month), one would assume campus might relax. Instead, those who consumed alcohol all week ignored the rain and consumed alcohol one more evening.
And they consumed their alcohol inside an immaculately contrived paradise. It’s not as if McFadden’s had not transformed their interior previously… However, their conversion from campus haunt into a Jimmy Buffett lyric was remarkable. The first level crowd batting an oversized beach ball into several breakable objects… The second level crowd purchasing their pounders from a beer tub, which was remade into straw encircled hut… The décor was spectacular…
Once again, McFadden’s Promotions Superstar Amy scored. It is obvious at this point that she is a star among stars… With that said, her individual genius is almost incomprehensible… Lodge Bar and Jen Bunny have Kattie Minx… Park Street Patio, Sugar Bar, and Randy Haffey have a quartet… Amy is singular… She must conceive and execute the concept… If the concept collapses, she cannot sacrifice anyone… She is responsible…
Yet, the concepts never collapse… Amy’s presentations are consistently intriguing… Her visions are consistently unique… From New Year’s Eve to St. Patrick’s Day to both Little Black Dress Parties, Amy conceives the event… She promotes the event… And the bunnies and bunny chasers arrive and enjoy…
On this evening, they were thoroughly enjoying… From the limbo contest that included two dozen to the two bunnies who danced atop a booth, the energy was excellent. Incidentally, the bunnies were chased off their booth by bouncers, five minutes after they commenced… I assume the reason was safety, but the bouncers should have relaxed… The visual was spectacular…
Equally spectacular was Lester, who (for once) enhanced and did not detract from the atmosphere. Typically, Lester’s randomness, which includes an obligatory once an evening salute to President Obama, is revolting (we understand, he won, you supported him)… Tonight, Lester was superb… His conclusion of the limbo contest with “On A Boat” was appropriate… His transition of “Sweet Caroline” into “Paper Planes” was stellar…
Since we mentioned stellar, the immersion of the Lucky Charms into the Luau theme was exquisite… The combination of bikinis and grass skirts… The allure of skin, which was equal parts appropriate, enticing, and scandalous… The Lucky Charms are marvelous morsels on average evenings… With this ensemble, their magnetism was inconceivable…
Of course, my personal favorite Emily Rose was scrumptious… It wasn’t the obvious with her either… Her perfect physique was striking… She was every male’s aspiration… However, Brooke and Sytease were equally physically appetizing… Emily Rose’s flawlessly bronzed skin… Her off the beach complexion, which exquisitely offset her hair and eyes… As I have said, the term OUS was coined for Emily Rose and this evening was the perfect explanation as to why…
While Emily Rose, Brooke, and Sytease were marvelous, the charm that captured my attention, the charm that captivated my attention was the newest addition to the muffin menagerie, Alisha… I could have observed the obvious with her and had enough verbiage for two paragraphs, but what made her relevant, what catapulted her ahead in the conversation, was when she walked the bar.
I know what you’re thinking, charms walk the bar, they grind, they preen, they strut… It’s essentially their employment description… I will not argue any of that… However, watching Alisha, who could have simply walked the crowd and labeled her night successful, reminded me why McFadden’s is the campus venue… Alisha appeared relaxed… She appeared to be relishing the attention, as she reaffirmed my opening paragraph…
Throughout the evening, I had several conversations, whose essential premise was that McFadden’s has slowed since football season… While the upper and lower levels might not be impassible, while the Arena District may be consuming most of this website’s column inches, Alisha’s performance negated this premise… Crowd size is irrelevant… Number of columns is irrelevant… McFadden’s remains the official home of spotlight seekers now and forever…
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Saturday, April 18, 2009
Bunnies, Charms, and Heifers Inspire Thoughts
The internal conversations of this city must be fascinating. The confidence and confusion, the persuasion and opposition, the ignorance and veracity… If only one could somehow monitor this confidential and constant inner-twitter.
Upon my arrival for the Little Black Dress Party, McFadden’s was crushed. The first floor had a minimal walkway (which is unusual)… The second floor was equally impassible… And both patios were swarmed, as the boys and bunnies (and believe me, there were bunnies, with and without black dresses) conversed and danced in the delicious mid-April air…
These evenings, without hesitation, are my favorite in this city… The cold and gray of winter is vanished, but it is not yet summer, so every random is not crammed into a ten block radius… These are the select evenings, when one can venture into the city, savor the sixty and seventy-plus weather, and enjoy the pre-summer hangover and hookup opportunities…
As I walked from the second floor onto the first and into a conversation with McFadden’s Promotions Superstar Amy, I can’t imagine her thoughts as she greeted the happy hour patrons and observed the throng which they immersed into… McFadden’s is a college venue and college students crave alcohol, circumstances and theme be damned… Amy could simply conceptualize cheap drink specials and call it a job… But, she doesn’t… Every week, she conceptualizes and executes some of the most impressive and intriguing events I attend or am invited to… (and she’s a bunny also)…
As always, a collection of non-bunnies were visible among the sexy and scrumptious which populated McFadden’s pair of floors… Actually, I’m stunned their was room for anyone sexy or scrumptious, given the sheer mass of some of these refrigerator shaped heifers… (Save your comments and e-mails)… I can’t imagine their rationalization, as they stand in their closets or sit in front of their mirrors and dress themselves in clothes they know they can’t wear, which they know will repulse people (and when I say people, I don’t just mean myself)…
The amount of skin they flash, from their pants cut just low enough to make one gag to their heifer cleavage, must cross their mind as unacceptable… They must say to themselves, the people who sell them the clothes must say to them, heifer, black dresses just aren’t meant for some… Still, they cover their refrigerator shaped bodies in throw rug clothing and steal attention from the bunnies…
Thankfully, there remain some bunnies who the heifers can’t overshadow… On this night (as on most nights), the brightest bunnies, the bunnies who could not be eclipsed, were the Lucky Charms… Sytease’s mind must be incredible… She’s the charm’s leader… Every evening, she has dozens of details to organize… Yet, she is the most adorable and approachable person you would ever wish to meet (and as I said on twitter, no bunny over 5’5 can rock a black dress like she can)…
Speaking of bunnies who can rock a black dress and minds which must be incredible… Brooke’s energy, personality, and splendor continue to captivate… What I said about her off the rack quality would be sufficient… But, as I watched her sell jello shots and dance and lip sync, she is simply implausible… She is gorgeous, I assume she knows as much and she must know that every male eye is on her when she enters a room… Yet, she proves herself worth the attention…
Also worth attention is the exquisite Emily Rose… I hadn’t seen her since St. Patrick’s Day and obviously I had written a volume about other charms since… But, within thirty seconds of seeing her smile, seeing her spectacular hair style, and hearing that enchanting rasp in her voice, I was reminded why no charm compares with her… There are bunnies in this city… There are platinum bunnies in this city… But, the phrase OUS, was minted for Emily Rose…
In a nutshell, seeing Emily, seeing Brooke, Sytease, Amy or any of the other two dozen bunnies in black dresses are why I, as I exited the venue, thanked myself for another late evening… You can’t imagine how many nights I think about staying home… But, then I come to my senses and give myself a good kick in the ass… And I never regret not staying home…
Upon my arrival for the Little Black Dress Party, McFadden’s was crushed. The first floor had a minimal walkway (which is unusual)… The second floor was equally impassible… And both patios were swarmed, as the boys and bunnies (and believe me, there were bunnies, with and without black dresses) conversed and danced in the delicious mid-April air…
These evenings, without hesitation, are my favorite in this city… The cold and gray of winter is vanished, but it is not yet summer, so every random is not crammed into a ten block radius… These are the select evenings, when one can venture into the city, savor the sixty and seventy-plus weather, and enjoy the pre-summer hangover and hookup opportunities…
As I walked from the second floor onto the first and into a conversation with McFadden’s Promotions Superstar Amy, I can’t imagine her thoughts as she greeted the happy hour patrons and observed the throng which they immersed into… McFadden’s is a college venue and college students crave alcohol, circumstances and theme be damned… Amy could simply conceptualize cheap drink specials and call it a job… But, she doesn’t… Every week, she conceptualizes and executes some of the most impressive and intriguing events I attend or am invited to… (and she’s a bunny also)…
As always, a collection of non-bunnies were visible among the sexy and scrumptious which populated McFadden’s pair of floors… Actually, I’m stunned their was room for anyone sexy or scrumptious, given the sheer mass of some of these refrigerator shaped heifers… (Save your comments and e-mails)… I can’t imagine their rationalization, as they stand in their closets or sit in front of their mirrors and dress themselves in clothes they know they can’t wear, which they know will repulse people (and when I say people, I don’t just mean myself)…
The amount of skin they flash, from their pants cut just low enough to make one gag to their heifer cleavage, must cross their mind as unacceptable… They must say to themselves, the people who sell them the clothes must say to them, heifer, black dresses just aren’t meant for some… Still, they cover their refrigerator shaped bodies in throw rug clothing and steal attention from the bunnies…
Thankfully, there remain some bunnies who the heifers can’t overshadow… On this night (as on most nights), the brightest bunnies, the bunnies who could not be eclipsed, were the Lucky Charms… Sytease’s mind must be incredible… She’s the charm’s leader… Every evening, she has dozens of details to organize… Yet, she is the most adorable and approachable person you would ever wish to meet (and as I said on twitter, no bunny over 5’5 can rock a black dress like she can)…
Speaking of bunnies who can rock a black dress and minds which must be incredible… Brooke’s energy, personality, and splendor continue to captivate… What I said about her off the rack quality would be sufficient… But, as I watched her sell jello shots and dance and lip sync, she is simply implausible… She is gorgeous, I assume she knows as much and she must know that every male eye is on her when she enters a room… Yet, she proves herself worth the attention…
Also worth attention is the exquisite Emily Rose… I hadn’t seen her since St. Patrick’s Day and obviously I had written a volume about other charms since… But, within thirty seconds of seeing her smile, seeing her spectacular hair style, and hearing that enchanting rasp in her voice, I was reminded why no charm compares with her… There are bunnies in this city… There are platinum bunnies in this city… But, the phrase OUS, was minted for Emily Rose…
In a nutshell, seeing Emily, seeing Brooke, Sytease, Amy or any of the other two dozen bunnies in black dresses are why I, as I exited the venue, thanked myself for another late evening… You can’t imagine how many nights I think about staying home… But, then I come to my senses and give myself a good kick in the ass… And I never regret not staying home…
Sunday, April 5, 2009
Compete As Yourself, Succeed Like Them
America has become a “Swagga Like Us” culture. It’s all about capturing someone else’s attention and making them jealous… It’s all about challenging everyone with your personality and talent… This isn’t generation x… This is generation envy… It’s simply not enough to be part of the conversation… You must own the conversation…
Prior to my arrival for the Beta Pong Tournament, I had murky expectations… Beer Pong has it’s origins in bored people, who rather than sit and drink, decided to channel human’s innate desire for competition by tossing table tennis balls into plastic cups… In my lifetime, I have seen all manner of projectiles from golf balls to a Christmas ornament utilized for the purposes of beer pong… And as for the playing surface… A table tennis table, an old air hockey table, a piece of plywood laid across two saw horses…
I honestly could not predict what I would encounter as I walked past the registration table and up McFadden’s staircase to the second floor… I was both impressed and thrilled… The four tables appeared professional with numbers adorning each one… There was a side table, which sold a variety of Beta Pong shirts… There were typed and printed rules and brackets…
I knew I could expect more from McFadden’s than plywood and saw horses, but I didn’t expect the precise professionalism of Beta Pong, which as it happens, is a Worthington based company run by high school friends Nick Parsons, Derek Alford, Bijan Moazampour, and Drew Kitchen, all of whom are outstanding individuals… After talking to each one for five minutes, two facts were clear… These three understand the generation they are a part of and this evening would be incomparable…
After slight delays, due to registration, scheduling, and sequencing (which I assume is mostly due to the fact, and I didn’t know this also, that this was Beta Pong’s first actual tournament), the tournament commenced with twenty-five teams… As the swarm descended on the second floor, it only took one a moment to realize the obvious… McFadden’s was the perfect venue for this event…
Within minutes of the start, McFadden’s second floor was an audible and visual feast… As I said at the outset (but will expand upon now), human’s desire for competition is innate… Human’s desire to strut is also and with a brilliant backdrop of rap music, a crush of bunnies watching, and a torrent of trash talk, that is exactly what the participants proceeded to do… After ten minutes of tournament, McFadden’s was no longer the campus venue with relaxed rules… McFadden’s was the ultimate frat house…
Simultaneously, four pong tables had balls flying and beer disappearing… The collage resembled the opening two days of the NCAA Basketball tournament… Speaking of that tournament, North Carolina’s demolition of Villanova was on two screens overhead, as was the Blue Jackets narrow 5-4 shootout loss to the Nashville Predators… Competition and sports television not enough?
The exquisite blend of rap music served as the perfect soundtrack… While I’m honestly over DJ Lester’s continued worship of President Obama (the election’s over, you know), his competition compilation, which included “Blame It,” “I’m On A Boat,” and “Public Service Announcement” blared the perfect tone… The competitors tossed their balls, lip synched the lyrics, posed, preened, pounded their chests, and restated (constantly) their presence with authority… This emotion laced spectacle would have been enough to warrant ten paragraphs of praise… But, of course, there were bunnies…
Arrayed throughout McFadden’s… Arrayed amidst the beer pong participants was the crush of cuties we expect from this venue… From those texting their friends about the tournament, to those who captivated attention with their dancing, the colors and curves were delicious… Unlike last night, anyone would have been the perfect inspiration for multiple paragraphs… But, I choose to focus on a similar pair…
Now, I know I’ve discussed several previous bunnies, all of which are gorgeous, all of which have earned the praise they have received… With that said, I have always admired the off the rack bunny… What do I mean? I mean the bunny who is so perfect, that she appears as though she could awaken in the morning and with no visible effort, appear as perfect as you always witness…
Believe it or not, though it sounds implausible, it’s not and there were two textbook off the rack examples showcased this evening… The first a bambi bunny, wearing a scrumptious orange shirt, white sweater, and skinny jeans… She was elegant, the kind of bunny of who at a glance, makes your heart melt… The second example was Lucky Charm Brooke, whom I’ve mentioned previously… I know there are a collection of gorgeous charms, but again, Brooke is that exception… Watching her lip sync and grind and radiate perfection, you can’t imagine the girl has a flaw or has had a flaw ever…
As the tournament reached the quarterfinals and semi-finals, the action intensified… As with the NCAA Tournament, the electricity and excitement occurs in the initial rounds… The regional semi-finals, regional finals, national semi-finals, and national final have fewer combatants and contests, but the level of play is superb… This was the case in the Beta Pong Elite Eight and Final Four… The initial rounds took tantalizingly long to finish… These rounds took heartbeats to finish… Every throw was seemingly a splash… Every throw seemingly was part of a master plan, with one tandem outflanking the other…
With the final set to commence, the energy of McFadden’s, both upstairs and downstairs, at the bars, at the tables, and on the dance floor was stellar… The bunnies kept arriving… They kept dancing… And the Lucky Charms, led by Sytease and Brooke kept providing the incentive everyone craves… Even the newer Lucky Charms, Garin and Rae were exemplary… Although, and I don’t know this, it’s only what I’ve heard… Rae has apparently provided herself a nickname… Doesn’t she know only I am entitled to provide those…
The final, as with the semi-finals, was a brisk and climatic affair… As I tried to capture on twitter (although, pong doesn’t honestly translate to twitter), the final was a shot for shot contest… Pike and Feed the Cow spent twenty minutes silently screaming can you top this, before Pike sank the final shot, won $500 and the title… I spoke with one of the team members and we should have an interview with them in the next two days… In my possession now, I have the ball Pike used to sink the final shot… As for Beta Pong, this was their opening salvo… They have a second beer pong tournament scheduled for Lodge Bar next Saturday (and yes, we will cover it live)…
In HBO’s “The Wire,” Union Leader Frank Sabotka, anguished over the fate of his coworkers, opines “We used to make sh&& in this country, build sh%%. Now we just put our hand in the next guy's pocket.” The fact is this is the truth and I don’t blame older citizens if they lament this nation’s trajectory… However, as I said at the outset, younger citizenry has become generation envy… And clearly, Parsons, Moazampour, and Kitchen realize that the quickest route to someone envying you, is create something they have not…
Prior to my arrival for the Beta Pong Tournament, I had murky expectations… Beer Pong has it’s origins in bored people, who rather than sit and drink, decided to channel human’s innate desire for competition by tossing table tennis balls into plastic cups… In my lifetime, I have seen all manner of projectiles from golf balls to a Christmas ornament utilized for the purposes of beer pong… And as for the playing surface… A table tennis table, an old air hockey table, a piece of plywood laid across two saw horses…
I honestly could not predict what I would encounter as I walked past the registration table and up McFadden’s staircase to the second floor… I was both impressed and thrilled… The four tables appeared professional with numbers adorning each one… There was a side table, which sold a variety of Beta Pong shirts… There were typed and printed rules and brackets…
I knew I could expect more from McFadden’s than plywood and saw horses, but I didn’t expect the precise professionalism of Beta Pong, which as it happens, is a Worthington based company run by high school friends Nick Parsons, Derek Alford, Bijan Moazampour, and Drew Kitchen, all of whom are outstanding individuals… After talking to each one for five minutes, two facts were clear… These three understand the generation they are a part of and this evening would be incomparable…
After slight delays, due to registration, scheduling, and sequencing (which I assume is mostly due to the fact, and I didn’t know this also, that this was Beta Pong’s first actual tournament), the tournament commenced with twenty-five teams… As the swarm descended on the second floor, it only took one a moment to realize the obvious… McFadden’s was the perfect venue for this event…
Within minutes of the start, McFadden’s second floor was an audible and visual feast… As I said at the outset (but will expand upon now), human’s desire for competition is innate… Human’s desire to strut is also and with a brilliant backdrop of rap music, a crush of bunnies watching, and a torrent of trash talk, that is exactly what the participants proceeded to do… After ten minutes of tournament, McFadden’s was no longer the campus venue with relaxed rules… McFadden’s was the ultimate frat house…
Simultaneously, four pong tables had balls flying and beer disappearing… The collage resembled the opening two days of the NCAA Basketball tournament… Speaking of that tournament, North Carolina’s demolition of Villanova was on two screens overhead, as was the Blue Jackets narrow 5-4 shootout loss to the Nashville Predators… Competition and sports television not enough?
The exquisite blend of rap music served as the perfect soundtrack… While I’m honestly over DJ Lester’s continued worship of President Obama (the election’s over, you know), his competition compilation, which included “Blame It,” “I’m On A Boat,” and “Public Service Announcement” blared the perfect tone… The competitors tossed their balls, lip synched the lyrics, posed, preened, pounded their chests, and restated (constantly) their presence with authority… This emotion laced spectacle would have been enough to warrant ten paragraphs of praise… But, of course, there were bunnies…
Arrayed throughout McFadden’s… Arrayed amidst the beer pong participants was the crush of cuties we expect from this venue… From those texting their friends about the tournament, to those who captivated attention with their dancing, the colors and curves were delicious… Unlike last night, anyone would have been the perfect inspiration for multiple paragraphs… But, I choose to focus on a similar pair…
Now, I know I’ve discussed several previous bunnies, all of which are gorgeous, all of which have earned the praise they have received… With that said, I have always admired the off the rack bunny… What do I mean? I mean the bunny who is so perfect, that she appears as though she could awaken in the morning and with no visible effort, appear as perfect as you always witness…
Believe it or not, though it sounds implausible, it’s not and there were two textbook off the rack examples showcased this evening… The first a bambi bunny, wearing a scrumptious orange shirt, white sweater, and skinny jeans… She was elegant, the kind of bunny of who at a glance, makes your heart melt… The second example was Lucky Charm Brooke, whom I’ve mentioned previously… I know there are a collection of gorgeous charms, but again, Brooke is that exception… Watching her lip sync and grind and radiate perfection, you can’t imagine the girl has a flaw or has had a flaw ever…
As the tournament reached the quarterfinals and semi-finals, the action intensified… As with the NCAA Tournament, the electricity and excitement occurs in the initial rounds… The regional semi-finals, regional finals, national semi-finals, and national final have fewer combatants and contests, but the level of play is superb… This was the case in the Beta Pong Elite Eight and Final Four… The initial rounds took tantalizingly long to finish… These rounds took heartbeats to finish… Every throw was seemingly a splash… Every throw seemingly was part of a master plan, with one tandem outflanking the other…
With the final set to commence, the energy of McFadden’s, both upstairs and downstairs, at the bars, at the tables, and on the dance floor was stellar… The bunnies kept arriving… They kept dancing… And the Lucky Charms, led by Sytease and Brooke kept providing the incentive everyone craves… Even the newer Lucky Charms, Garin and Rae were exemplary… Although, and I don’t know this, it’s only what I’ve heard… Rae has apparently provided herself a nickname… Doesn’t she know only I am entitled to provide those…
The final, as with the semi-finals, was a brisk and climatic affair… As I tried to capture on twitter (although, pong doesn’t honestly translate to twitter), the final was a shot for shot contest… Pike and Feed the Cow spent twenty minutes silently screaming can you top this, before Pike sank the final shot, won $500 and the title… I spoke with one of the team members and we should have an interview with them in the next two days… In my possession now, I have the ball Pike used to sink the final shot… As for Beta Pong, this was their opening salvo… They have a second beer pong tournament scheduled for Lodge Bar next Saturday (and yes, we will cover it live)…
In HBO’s “The Wire,” Union Leader Frank Sabotka, anguished over the fate of his coworkers, opines “We used to make sh&& in this country, build sh%%. Now we just put our hand in the next guy's pocket.” The fact is this is the truth and I don’t blame older citizens if they lament this nation’s trajectory… However, as I said at the outset, younger citizenry has become generation envy… And clearly, Parsons, Moazampour, and Kitchen realize that the quickest route to someone envying you, is create something they have not…
Sunday, February 15, 2009
Black, Bunnies, & Free Agent Bartenders
For the boys and bunnies that populate McFadden’s each evening, their attraction is the intoxicants, which inhabit bottles or clear plastic cups. For myself, the bartenders, managers, security, and staff are the attractions…
Upon my arrival for the Blackout Bash, I made a pair of rapid observations… Not everyone received the multiple e-mails and promos about wearing black (seriously, can you people read?) and whomever spent the afternoon decorating the venue, deserves free drinks for the next three months…
I know I gushed about McFadden’s New Year’s interior… However, Saturday night’s enhancement was more impressive and more unique… For this evening, you weren’t in McFadden’s, where spilled beer and thrown napkins stain the floor… You stepped into a quasi-cross between an Abercrombie and Fitch catalog full of photography (on the screens and arrayed in still montages throughout the venue) and a premier nightclub… Black draped curtains, elegant lighting, and enchanting stars…
Troy McKinley, the host of the party, and from what sources have told me, the concept artist behind the design managed the unthinkable… It’s not like McFadden’s hasn’t hosted a theme party before, they host one a week… He (in my opinion), masterminded a memorable evening… An even more memorable evening than New Year’s Eve, which I would have thought impossible…
McKinley, while genius, cannot take all the credit… The attire and the bunnies that showcased that attire, also created the evening… Now, I could spend hours setting up what I am about to type… I could discuss the mythology of the little black dress and it’s prominence in womanhood and how nothing (and I mean nothing) looks better on a bunny than the perfect black dress, but, instead, I will simply type the obvious… The troves and troves of bunnies (and they were everywhere) made this night…
From the silk-lace ensemble worn by one of the bartenders to the red and black flower print (with red shoes) worn by a customer bunny to Amy’s (McFadden’s Promotions Manager) low cut black dress to the hundred other different patterns and textures, the glamorous dresses and the gorgeous bunnies who exuded sex with every moment, were enough to turn observers into bunny hunters and hunters into stalkers… Compliment those dresses with the glow sticks, which McKinley was nice enough to provide and the evening found a whole new category of perfect…
Speaking of perfect… I know I have discussed the Lucky Charms previously, McFadden’s own combination of customer conversationalists and shot sellers, but I must discuss them anew for two reasons… The first reason being there are additions to the ensemble and the second reason being their brilliant role in this perfect event… Sytease (the leader of the collection) was stunning in her full-length black ensemble and silver necklace… And the rest of the Charms, who, from my information, sold an impressive number of pounders, jello and test tube shots, were equally impressive…
With that said, Brooke merits special mention… With the persona of a pre-psychotic Britney Spears and the flawless blonde hair and face of Hayden Panettiere, Brooke (although I only spent two minutes speaking with her), could rival Sytease or Emily Rose as McFadden’s hottest charm…
As midnight approached and the crowd, which began the night as impressive and swelled toward ridiculous, continued exerting phenomenal energy, two dozen (yes 24) bunnies overran the bar for a quartet of songs that included, appropriately, “Single Ladies.” I assume the bunnies (a few of whom were larger bunnies), would have occupied the space for the evening, but alas, they were asked to dismount so that jewelry could be awarded….
And then, McFadden’s made their one mistake of this evening… They never announced that the jewelry was being awarded… They announced ten minutes remaining until… five minutes remaining until… But, they never announced the actual start of the awarding… A half an hour after the five-minute call, I see a bunny (and this one was a bunny), carrying a little black bag, which I knew was one of the jewelry prizes… What the… Now, don’t misunderstand me, this was a monumental evening and the fact that an announcement was not made was minor, but still… I was writing about the event, the prizes were a focal point of the event… It would have been nice if someone had told me…
It also would have been nice if I had known prior to the evening that this was Karl’s last night at McFadden’s… I would have prepared a tribute video (alright, I am just kidding)… Like Taryn before him, Karl walked the bar one final time… Unlike Taryn, his hair was down and crazy and his soundtrack was “Welcome to the Jungle…” Karl shook, he strutted, he scorched more than a few willing throats with shots, and then he spent the next two hours with Lester taunting him with farewell selections, including “Total Eclipse of the Heart…”
Now, I assume you’re waiting for a sentimental salute to Karl… You wont get one… It turns out that while Taryn joined the real world, Karl is merely exiting one opportunity for another… Sources tell me he is relocating to Park Street Patio…
I don’t know if I will see him as much, but I know this… When a free agent leaves one franchise for another, my respect for that free agent doesn’t diminish… The same is true when one bartending superstar walks out from behind one bar, only to step behind another…
Upon my arrival for the Blackout Bash, I made a pair of rapid observations… Not everyone received the multiple e-mails and promos about wearing black (seriously, can you people read?) and whomever spent the afternoon decorating the venue, deserves free drinks for the next three months…
I know I gushed about McFadden’s New Year’s interior… However, Saturday night’s enhancement was more impressive and more unique… For this evening, you weren’t in McFadden’s, where spilled beer and thrown napkins stain the floor… You stepped into a quasi-cross between an Abercrombie and Fitch catalog full of photography (on the screens and arrayed in still montages throughout the venue) and a premier nightclub… Black draped curtains, elegant lighting, and enchanting stars…
Troy McKinley, the host of the party, and from what sources have told me, the concept artist behind the design managed the unthinkable… It’s not like McFadden’s hasn’t hosted a theme party before, they host one a week… He (in my opinion), masterminded a memorable evening… An even more memorable evening than New Year’s Eve, which I would have thought impossible…
McKinley, while genius, cannot take all the credit… The attire and the bunnies that showcased that attire, also created the evening… Now, I could spend hours setting up what I am about to type… I could discuss the mythology of the little black dress and it’s prominence in womanhood and how nothing (and I mean nothing) looks better on a bunny than the perfect black dress, but, instead, I will simply type the obvious… The troves and troves of bunnies (and they were everywhere) made this night…
From the silk-lace ensemble worn by one of the bartenders to the red and black flower print (with red shoes) worn by a customer bunny to Amy’s (McFadden’s Promotions Manager) low cut black dress to the hundred other different patterns and textures, the glamorous dresses and the gorgeous bunnies who exuded sex with every moment, were enough to turn observers into bunny hunters and hunters into stalkers… Compliment those dresses with the glow sticks, which McKinley was nice enough to provide and the evening found a whole new category of perfect…
Speaking of perfect… I know I have discussed the Lucky Charms previously, McFadden’s own combination of customer conversationalists and shot sellers, but I must discuss them anew for two reasons… The first reason being there are additions to the ensemble and the second reason being their brilliant role in this perfect event… Sytease (the leader of the collection) was stunning in her full-length black ensemble and silver necklace… And the rest of the Charms, who, from my information, sold an impressive number of pounders, jello and test tube shots, were equally impressive…
With that said, Brooke merits special mention… With the persona of a pre-psychotic Britney Spears and the flawless blonde hair and face of Hayden Panettiere, Brooke (although I only spent two minutes speaking with her), could rival Sytease or Emily Rose as McFadden’s hottest charm…
As midnight approached and the crowd, which began the night as impressive and swelled toward ridiculous, continued exerting phenomenal energy, two dozen (yes 24) bunnies overran the bar for a quartet of songs that included, appropriately, “Single Ladies.” I assume the bunnies (a few of whom were larger bunnies), would have occupied the space for the evening, but alas, they were asked to dismount so that jewelry could be awarded….
And then, McFadden’s made their one mistake of this evening… They never announced that the jewelry was being awarded… They announced ten minutes remaining until… five minutes remaining until… But, they never announced the actual start of the awarding… A half an hour after the five-minute call, I see a bunny (and this one was a bunny), carrying a little black bag, which I knew was one of the jewelry prizes… What the… Now, don’t misunderstand me, this was a monumental evening and the fact that an announcement was not made was minor, but still… I was writing about the event, the prizes were a focal point of the event… It would have been nice if someone had told me…
It also would have been nice if I had known prior to the evening that this was Karl’s last night at McFadden’s… I would have prepared a tribute video (alright, I am just kidding)… Like Taryn before him, Karl walked the bar one final time… Unlike Taryn, his hair was down and crazy and his soundtrack was “Welcome to the Jungle…” Karl shook, he strutted, he scorched more than a few willing throats with shots, and then he spent the next two hours with Lester taunting him with farewell selections, including “Total Eclipse of the Heart…”
Now, I assume you’re waiting for a sentimental salute to Karl… You wont get one… It turns out that while Taryn joined the real world, Karl is merely exiting one opportunity for another… Sources tell me he is relocating to Park Street Patio…
I don’t know if I will see him as much, but I know this… When a free agent leaves one franchise for another, my respect for that free agent doesn’t diminish… The same is true when one bartending superstar walks out from behind one bar, only to step behind another…
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