Memorial Weekend Waste Simply Another Sideshow

Immerse yourself within this city’s nightlife and you will achieve a realization. It is the circus. The drink slingers and promotions superstars are the attractions. The bunnies, bunny chasers, intoxicated, and randoms are the spectacle. And the margin separating the cliques is negligible.

Prior to Cinco de Mayo and St. Patrick’s Day, I had minimal and moderated expectations… I should have maintained similar skepticism for Memorial Day. I assumed the comfortable weather and weekend placement would instinctively entice the masses into various venues. What I forgot was that this city calendars only Thursday, Friday, and Saturday for the purposes of inebriation…

Throughout the evening, Lodge Bar was scattered. With music inside and outside, the crowd remained energetic. A plurality of chairs were occupied. Several tables were occupied. Still, the crowd never resembled or rivaled Mardi Gras… It never even resembled or rivaled four days ago, when the venue secured scoreboard over Sugar Bar… (Trust me, the results were different this evening)…

While I typically covet crowd and energy, scattered evenings produce spectacular column material…. And no one is more spectacular column material or simply spectacular than Lodge Bar Promotions Superstar Jen Bunny… As she danced, flirted, laughed, and talked, it was impossible to extract my attention from her (And I suppose it helped that I didn’t actually want to)… It’s not as if Lodge Bar isn’t littered with platinum… However, Jen Bunny is an immaculate marquee amongst their several scrumptious solitaires (for those unfamiliar with the terminology, google diamonds)…

Jen Bunny was marvelous material, but Jake Wisdom provided the evening’s signature conversation… Since my initial appearance at Lodge Bar, I must have spoken with Jake on two dozen occasions… What makes every conversation valuable is the expertise and knowledge I acquire by simply listening… I may offer parameters or topics, but Jake owns the conversation…
Within thirty minutes of my arrival at Lodge Bar (for those of you lost, this is what you might term a flashback), I received a phone call and stepped outside the venue… As I spoke on my phone, Park Street Patio and Sugar Bar Co-Owner Mike Gallichio pulls alongside the curb… He asks if I reside or work at Lodge Bar… I answer no… He then asks why I spend the hours I spend at Lodge Bar if I don’t reside or work there….

Obviously, I expect venue executives and promotions superstars to campaign and request coverage… However, Sugar Bar’s continuous campaigning is ridiculous… They critique other venues… They protest our coverage… They seek attention… Do I never venture into their venue? (Wait, I am in their venue almost every evening)… Sugar Bar is an exemplary scene and their owners shouldn’t campaign… They should simply enjoy what I type…

They should also enjoy what I twitter, if and when the conversations cease and allow me to twitter… I can’t say this enough, I adore and respect everyone that I encounter… They make this website possible… However, their charm and my penchant for never shutting up are impeding my reporting… Half of my evenings are conversations… Seventy percent of my evenings should be reporting…

Eventually, I entered Sugar Bar, which enjoyed a swarmed night… I could spend multiple paragraphs discussing that, but I will instead focus on the conversations, which captivated most of my attention… Jen Excellence and Molly Style are the most amusing and random pair in this city… Whether it’s mocking the masses or promoting themselves, they are never sans confidence or a concise retort…

Shawn Money and Avi Primetime are a pair which separately provide enough column material for a month and jointly provide enough column material for the next two years… They are entertaining and informative… They are sarcastic and serious… They comprehend what their occupation is and isn’t… Whereas the masses want to be them for an evening, they wouldn’t mind being one of the masses…

And now I must mention another superstar, someone I met only two evenings ago, but someone who has already earned several conversations and a twitter mention… Sugar Bar Promotions Superstar Whitney Allure… You appreciate her presence for five minutes… You speak with her for ten minutes… And you can’t completely understand her… Behind her crystal appearance, she is a New Life Crisis song… She’s blessed, depressed… Her inner beauty remains confined…

Preventing one completely vacant evening was Park Street Patio, who was swarmed from the moment I arrived until the moment I closed my phone… Every chair as occupied… Every table was occupied… And their music was incredible… I’m unaware as to how much money was raised, but if the event served as an indication, the coffers should be crushed…

Speaking of worthy causes, I enjoyed a twenty-minute conversation with Crawl for Cancer Organizer JP Ratajczak, whose event (which will include all afternoon and evening twitter coverage) is less than one week away… As one speaks with JP, he is clearly scattered and swarmed with details… Yet, his workload doesn’t detract from his intrigue or passion for the event that his consumed his persona…

I cannot conclude this column without mentioning Park Street Patio and Sugar Bar Promotions Superstar Randy Haffey, whose success I referenced earlier… On a regrettable and scattered evening, Haffey executed an eighteen-carat success. His triumph merits praise, not only for the charitable contribution it provided, but for the highlight it intermixed into an otherwise horrific night…

As light illuminated the five venues that were available this evening, bunnies, bunny chasers, and randoms staggered toward their cars… Drink slingers counted receipts, emptied trash, and scrubbed bottles… This was not an evening either clique had expected… Yet, each was only hours away from another evening in the center ring…

These Were Their Stories

Every evening in this city, an identical and inquisitive refrain is applicable. Tell me baby, what's your story… Where you come from and where you wanna go this time… (And yes, those are lyrics from something)…

Upon my arrival for the G&Co Spring Fashion Showcase, Sugar Bar’s exterior was crushed. It’s not as if other venues arrivals are not protracted, but they sweep their swarm out of sight through a series of ropes… The visual of four dozen potential patrons, talking and texting, standing in the open air in a parade which consumes more than a block is the signature and most unique aspect of Sugar Bar…

Since I mentioned signature, unique, and visual, I must discuss Sugar Bar Promotions Superstars Jen Excellence and Molly Style whose apparel and personalities are perfect compliments (especially on this evening)… Dressed in Christian Audigier print and white, Jen and Molly appeared the polar opposite of their typical attire (black)… However, Jen’s staccato sniping and Molly’s subtle supportiveness were evocative of why they are intoxicating conversations…

Approximately fifteen minutes after my arrival, I entered into the centerpiece attraction of the evening, Promotions Superstar Randee Limelight’s venue premiere… Her section was swarmed… I will discuss it’s composition in a moment, but I must mention this initially… No other section was… The dance floor was scattered… The upper and lower mezzanines were vacant… Clearly, Randee’s initial hour was a success… But, success has diverse definitions…

As for the composition, bunnies and randoms were surprisingly even… Why surprisingly? If you ever meet Randee (and if you have the opportunity, seize it), she exudes the allure of someone who spends their evenings surrounded by platinum bunnies… Potentially, these were my expectations only, but when I arrived, I expected a crush of platinum bunnies… Randee was the only one…

Not that I am opposed to her individual perfection, which trust me was visible this evening… Dressed in platinum with sequins (and yes, the platinum bunny chose the dress for the person who originated the phrase), Randee appeared more scrumptious and stunning than I have ever witnessed… I know I reference eighteen or thirty-six carats when discussing bunnies, but I cannot when discussing her… Randee’s exquisiteness is simply incomprehensible…

I know what you’re thinking… My reaction to her is favorable… My reaction to her promotion is unfavorable… You would be incorrect… My reaction to her is favorable, but my reaction to her promotion is also favorable… This was her premiere… She performed adequately and her performance will improve… If she had crushed the venue in her opening act, the only second act would be failure…

Speaking of second acts, you may remember I scorched Zachary Sin’s Red Planet Fashion Show… Tonight, G&Co redeemed Sin… The collection was not perfect… The showcase itself lagged… However, Red Planet’s completely calamity was avoided… G&Co exhibited several superb pieces, which should own this summer’s style…

The collection’s signature combination was a gorgeous white top, casual enough to work as date attire, versatile enough to work as office attire… The model who wore the ensemble rivaled Randee as the prize bunny of the evening… Perfect structure, perfect hair, and a face, which any artist could not have replicated…

While the women’s collection contained three other notable pieces, I must focus on the men’s collection, not for it’s acceptable constitution, but for the male models who once again with their antics, reflected poorly on their employers… Male models, keep your freaking shirts on… We all know you have abs… Abs are likely how you became a male model… Also, you are walking the runway at a fashion show… Some of us (and I mean me) want to judge the fashion (not your porn prospects)…

Tonight, a half dozen stories were presented within a three-hour period… Half were what we expected… Half have opportunities to re-present in the future… The only question is where will they go next time?