Mynt Ultra Lounge has fired Maxwell according to sources with knowledge of the situation. Don’t venue executives understand… Talent costs…
Speaking of Maxwell and WNCI, Gonzo, Maxwell, and Marty Scott will appear at Callahan’s this evening. And Gonzo, DJ Legend, Randee Limelight, and the Cheshire Cat will appear at Models and Moguls this afternoon.
Showing posts with label Randee Limelight. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Randee Limelight. Show all posts
Saturday, May 30, 2009
Saturday, May 23, 2009
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?
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?
Tuesday, May 19, 2009
Randee Limelight’s Personal Invitation
For her inaugural Sugar Bar Friday, Randee invites everyone into her private playground. Text 740-972-4554 and avoid the cover, receive $1 drinks, and watch the G&Co Spring Fashion Showcase. I may even make an appearance…
Sunday, May 17, 2009
BREAKING: Sugar Scores Nightlife Notable
Nightlife Notable and Promotions Superstar Randee Limelight will join Sugar Bar, starting this week. Limelight has and will continue publicizing Onyx. Her Sugar colleagues will include Tori Lioness, Shawn Money, Avi Primetime, and Molly Style.
INVITE: Models & Moguls
Calendar: May 30Commencement: 3:00
Conclusion: 8:00
Venue: Onyx (1975 Henderson Road)
Cost: $9
Reservations: Randee Cook
Dress Raffle
Event Will Include
Agents
Artists
Designers
Entertainers
Models
Photographers
Promoters
Stylists
Thursday, May 14, 2009
I Stood Five Feet From Someone In Fall Out Boy And All I Got Was This Stupid Column
Prominence is important. Proximity to prominence is imperative. Not everyone can be prominent. Not everyone can possess access or contacts. Befriending someone of prominence, ingratiating yourself within their circle, affords importance, opportunity, and reputation. (And before anyone writes complaining that the title insults Fall Out Boy, Sugar Bar, or the evening, the title is a play on a Fall Out Boy song)…
Within thirty minutes of my arrival (some of which was twittered, some of which was not), Park Street Patio and Sugar were swarmed with stars… The Famed Four, Co-Owners Chris Corso, Mike Gallichio, and Brian Swanson and Promotions Superstar Randy Haffey were expected… R Bar Co-Owners Mike and Natalie Darr, who were seated at a table in the lower mezzanine, were not… McFadden’s General Manager Damien Fuller, who was enjoying a drink, was not…
Also not expected was Onyx Promotions Superstar and Nightlife Notable Randee, who I encountered as she stood flummoxed, unable to cross between venues… Why was she unable to cross? Sugar’s security person was carrying out his assignment (also known as acting like an…)… Randee and I spoke for five minutes, as she waited, discussing her upcoming Models and Moguls event, Onyx Thursday and Saturday evenings, and city buzz…
Finally, she was allowed to traverse the hallway between Sugar Bar and Park Street Patio… I’ll return to discussing her in moments, but for this moment, let me address a previous sentence… Sugar Bar’s security people are professional and I understand they have responsibilities… However, people skills wouldn’t injure them and they aren’t that hard to master…
A craft which is hard to master is mixing… However, Gonzo has succeeded… I encountered the national sensation in Park Street Patio, as he celebrated his nationwide syndication and prepared for the other half of the Fall Out Boy After Party… Gonzo’s peppiness, which normally can exhaust red bull, was obvious this evening… It’s not as if anyone ever questioned his talent, but this announcement (which you can read above if you haven’t already) was validation he has always deserved…
After twenty minutes of watching Gonzo dart between activities and darting between activities myself, DJ Triple A, Randee, and myself convened below Park Street Patio’s stage… Intermittently, Gonzo joined the conversation as we discussed the evening and various venues… I’m certain I’ve said this previously, but if I haven’t I should have… The access to these conversations, the camaraderie between the Generation 1 a.m. working set is the only reward I will ever require from this occupation…
Speaking of rewards, the Ultimate Vodka Party was a perfect diversion as both Park Street Patio and Sugar Bar awaited Fall Out Boy’s arrival. I was told (and I cant imagine this is true) that the Ultimate Vodka Party was the evening’s attraction, that Pete Wentz and company were merely an occurrence… I assume some of the venue superstars who I have mentioned appeared strictly for research… Yet, I can’t fathom someone planning their evening out around an alcohol and not a celebrity…
What I also can’t fathom is doughnut holes, an item which cost $2.50 (not $1.77 as I twittered), as a venue desert item… Apparently, Corso can… We sample the moist morsels, which are scrumptious (would I pay what he wants to charge, likely not) and discuss the NBA and NHL playoffs… In his estimation, the Detroit Red Wings win game seven over Anaheim…
In my estimation, this crowd was not Sugar Bar’s most iconic… I twittered every second of Brody Jenner and Donnie Wahlberg’s appearances… Jenner’s included marginally passable walkways and limited dance floor and mezzanine space…. Wahlberg’s crushed every area with only a minimal walkway on the stairs… Tonight, the upper mezzanine and couch area were swarmed… The lower mezzanine and dance floor were merely buzzed…
Now, I know what you’re thinking… I’m not using the word crushed, because I am judging Sugar Bar on the basis of those other two events… I am and I won’t apologize for this… The thing about expectations is that when you perform well, they increase and you have to match them… Why not simply decrease expectations? Because that’s not the way expectations work… Performers who perform must perform or sentences as were typed above get typed…
Am I labeling Sugar Bar’s evening a failure? I am not… I am simply stating the obvious… This crowd did not match previous productions and thus, did not meet expectations… The evening was exemplary… It was one worthy of praise and a lengthy column (which you are reading right now)… However, Jenner topped other nights and Walhberg topped Jenner… This topped neither…
Following two hours, one hundred stars, and a dozen scary heifers (we’ll talk crowd composition shortly, I know you’re awaiting my opinion), Fall Out Boy arrived… Unlike Jenner and Walhberg, the crowd didn’t suffocate them… A Secret Service phalanx wasn’t required… I attribute this to Fall Out Boy’s appearance (if you have ever seen them, they blend into their generation comfortably) and their affability with the crowd…
Jenner adored the attention, but still set himself apart… Kourtney Kardashian could have not spoken to a single person and been thrilled… Fall Out Boy mingled, they danced, they didn’t appear to be genuinely enjoying themselves, they were genuinely enjoying themselves… They are and were twenty-five plus year old males with influence, money, and power… And yet they acted as if they were four twenty-five plus year old males who would attend class at Ohio State this morning…
I promised we’d discuss crowd composition and I want to state right now, before you continue reading, that I may offend anyone even if you aren’t one of the people I directly reference… Wednesday’s crowd possessed some bunnies and they were gorgeous…. Unfortunately, the bulk (and the use of that word is intentional) of the crowd was heifers… And I’m not talking the heifers who I usually assail… I’m talking heifers large enough to feed third world nations for decades, five of which, three in black, one in teal, and one in blue, could have formed an offensive line that any running back could have hidden behind for months…
They crowded Sugar Bar’s stage and turned it from normal paradise to nauseatingly putrid… The invaded the cage, grinding their flab until I wanted to puke… They plagued the dance floor and walkway, dancing and pretending as if no one could see them… I saw them… I assume everyone saw them and the image is enough to fill a half dozen trashcans with vomit… And that’s prior to anyone having even a sip of alcohol…
I know what I’ve said isn’t polite and if you abhorred that, you’ll loathe this… Don’t these plus size porpoises realize the obvious as they sit in front of their mirrors? Don’t they realize as they view all of their repulsiveness in their mirror that they have no friends for a reason… That their phones never ring for a reason… I have said it previously, I will say it again, heifers have a right to a social life, but why must they exercise this right? Why must they put us through this horror?
Life isn’t only for the gorgeous… And I’m sure I will have a volume of e-mail because of the last three paragraphs… But, I’m merely speaking honesty to obesity… The heifers I witnessed on this evening should comprehend why they were high school pariahs, college pariahs, and why they remain pariahs… Personality counts only in the case that appearance opens the door… I’m assuming these heifers have had more than a few doors slammed in their faces…
I had zero expectations as Pete Wentz entered the booth for his spin set at approximately one a.m. Obviously, he can write a song… He can play a song… But, could he equal the skills of DJ Samurai or Gonzo…. Would he even attempt this? As Wentz assumed control of the music, he wasn’t starved for attention… Every set of eyes in the venue, from the couch to the mezzanine to the floor was on him…
Now, I mentioned that this crowd was not equivalent to Wahlberg’s crush… What I did not mention was that has it’s advantages… Specifically, I was able to, with relative ease, traverse from the upper mezzanine to the right side of the booth, a simple jump from Wentz… The energy and the visual around him were incredible… I’ve always said that I judge a venue on energy, not on overall crowd size… The energy surrounding Wentz was exemplary…
If only the same could be said for his spinning precision… His song selection was spectacular... “Wonderwall,” “Don’t Stop Believing,” “99 Problems...” He had the crowd frenzied… With that said, I am an untrained evaluator and thus I sought several opinions when the performance concluded… The consensus of those who know what they are speaking of is that Wentz is a great celebrity and a lousy DJ…
As the evening concluded, Gonzo and I sat on the stage in Park Street Patio… This night for various persons and various reasons was triumphant… Not everyone could be considered a sweetheart and some (as I have typed) needed to simply drop dead… But, on this rare occasion, everyone was within steps of someone superior… Everyone, for a few hours, enjoyed proximately to prominence…
Within thirty minutes of my arrival (some of which was twittered, some of which was not), Park Street Patio and Sugar were swarmed with stars… The Famed Four, Co-Owners Chris Corso, Mike Gallichio, and Brian Swanson and Promotions Superstar Randy Haffey were expected… R Bar Co-Owners Mike and Natalie Darr, who were seated at a table in the lower mezzanine, were not… McFadden’s General Manager Damien Fuller, who was enjoying a drink, was not…
Also not expected was Onyx Promotions Superstar and Nightlife Notable Randee, who I encountered as she stood flummoxed, unable to cross between venues… Why was she unable to cross? Sugar’s security person was carrying out his assignment (also known as acting like an…)… Randee and I spoke for five minutes, as she waited, discussing her upcoming Models and Moguls event, Onyx Thursday and Saturday evenings, and city buzz…
Finally, she was allowed to traverse the hallway between Sugar Bar and Park Street Patio… I’ll return to discussing her in moments, but for this moment, let me address a previous sentence… Sugar Bar’s security people are professional and I understand they have responsibilities… However, people skills wouldn’t injure them and they aren’t that hard to master…
A craft which is hard to master is mixing… However, Gonzo has succeeded… I encountered the national sensation in Park Street Patio, as he celebrated his nationwide syndication and prepared for the other half of the Fall Out Boy After Party… Gonzo’s peppiness, which normally can exhaust red bull, was obvious this evening… It’s not as if anyone ever questioned his talent, but this announcement (which you can read above if you haven’t already) was validation he has always deserved…
After twenty minutes of watching Gonzo dart between activities and darting between activities myself, DJ Triple A, Randee, and myself convened below Park Street Patio’s stage… Intermittently, Gonzo joined the conversation as we discussed the evening and various venues… I’m certain I’ve said this previously, but if I haven’t I should have… The access to these conversations, the camaraderie between the Generation 1 a.m. working set is the only reward I will ever require from this occupation…
Speaking of rewards, the Ultimate Vodka Party was a perfect diversion as both Park Street Patio and Sugar Bar awaited Fall Out Boy’s arrival. I was told (and I cant imagine this is true) that the Ultimate Vodka Party was the evening’s attraction, that Pete Wentz and company were merely an occurrence… I assume some of the venue superstars who I have mentioned appeared strictly for research… Yet, I can’t fathom someone planning their evening out around an alcohol and not a celebrity…
What I also can’t fathom is doughnut holes, an item which cost $2.50 (not $1.77 as I twittered), as a venue desert item… Apparently, Corso can… We sample the moist morsels, which are scrumptious (would I pay what he wants to charge, likely not) and discuss the NBA and NHL playoffs… In his estimation, the Detroit Red Wings win game seven over Anaheim…
In my estimation, this crowd was not Sugar Bar’s most iconic… I twittered every second of Brody Jenner and Donnie Wahlberg’s appearances… Jenner’s included marginally passable walkways and limited dance floor and mezzanine space…. Wahlberg’s crushed every area with only a minimal walkway on the stairs… Tonight, the upper mezzanine and couch area were swarmed… The lower mezzanine and dance floor were merely buzzed…
Now, I know what you’re thinking… I’m not using the word crushed, because I am judging Sugar Bar on the basis of those other two events… I am and I won’t apologize for this… The thing about expectations is that when you perform well, they increase and you have to match them… Why not simply decrease expectations? Because that’s not the way expectations work… Performers who perform must perform or sentences as were typed above get typed…
Am I labeling Sugar Bar’s evening a failure? I am not… I am simply stating the obvious… This crowd did not match previous productions and thus, did not meet expectations… The evening was exemplary… It was one worthy of praise and a lengthy column (which you are reading right now)… However, Jenner topped other nights and Walhberg topped Jenner… This topped neither…
Following two hours, one hundred stars, and a dozen scary heifers (we’ll talk crowd composition shortly, I know you’re awaiting my opinion), Fall Out Boy arrived… Unlike Jenner and Walhberg, the crowd didn’t suffocate them… A Secret Service phalanx wasn’t required… I attribute this to Fall Out Boy’s appearance (if you have ever seen them, they blend into their generation comfortably) and their affability with the crowd…
Jenner adored the attention, but still set himself apart… Kourtney Kardashian could have not spoken to a single person and been thrilled… Fall Out Boy mingled, they danced, they didn’t appear to be genuinely enjoying themselves, they were genuinely enjoying themselves… They are and were twenty-five plus year old males with influence, money, and power… And yet they acted as if they were four twenty-five plus year old males who would attend class at Ohio State this morning…
I promised we’d discuss crowd composition and I want to state right now, before you continue reading, that I may offend anyone even if you aren’t one of the people I directly reference… Wednesday’s crowd possessed some bunnies and they were gorgeous…. Unfortunately, the bulk (and the use of that word is intentional) of the crowd was heifers… And I’m not talking the heifers who I usually assail… I’m talking heifers large enough to feed third world nations for decades, five of which, three in black, one in teal, and one in blue, could have formed an offensive line that any running back could have hidden behind for months…
They crowded Sugar Bar’s stage and turned it from normal paradise to nauseatingly putrid… The invaded the cage, grinding their flab until I wanted to puke… They plagued the dance floor and walkway, dancing and pretending as if no one could see them… I saw them… I assume everyone saw them and the image is enough to fill a half dozen trashcans with vomit… And that’s prior to anyone having even a sip of alcohol…
I know what I’ve said isn’t polite and if you abhorred that, you’ll loathe this… Don’t these plus size porpoises realize the obvious as they sit in front of their mirrors? Don’t they realize as they view all of their repulsiveness in their mirror that they have no friends for a reason… That their phones never ring for a reason… I have said it previously, I will say it again, heifers have a right to a social life, but why must they exercise this right? Why must they put us through this horror?
Life isn’t only for the gorgeous… And I’m sure I will have a volume of e-mail because of the last three paragraphs… But, I’m merely speaking honesty to obesity… The heifers I witnessed on this evening should comprehend why they were high school pariahs, college pariahs, and why they remain pariahs… Personality counts only in the case that appearance opens the door… I’m assuming these heifers have had more than a few doors slammed in their faces…
I had zero expectations as Pete Wentz entered the booth for his spin set at approximately one a.m. Obviously, he can write a song… He can play a song… But, could he equal the skills of DJ Samurai or Gonzo…. Would he even attempt this? As Wentz assumed control of the music, he wasn’t starved for attention… Every set of eyes in the venue, from the couch to the mezzanine to the floor was on him…
Now, I mentioned that this crowd was not equivalent to Wahlberg’s crush… What I did not mention was that has it’s advantages… Specifically, I was able to, with relative ease, traverse from the upper mezzanine to the right side of the booth, a simple jump from Wentz… The energy and the visual around him were incredible… I’ve always said that I judge a venue on energy, not on overall crowd size… The energy surrounding Wentz was exemplary…
If only the same could be said for his spinning precision… His song selection was spectacular... “Wonderwall,” “Don’t Stop Believing,” “99 Problems...” He had the crowd frenzied… With that said, I am an untrained evaluator and thus I sought several opinions when the performance concluded… The consensus of those who know what they are speaking of is that Wentz is a great celebrity and a lousy DJ…
As the evening concluded, Gonzo and I sat on the stage in Park Street Patio… This night for various persons and various reasons was triumphant… Not everyone could be considered a sweetheart and some (as I have typed) needed to simply drop dead… But, on this rare occasion, everyone was within steps of someone superior… Everyone, for a few hours, enjoyed proximately to prominence…
Monday, May 11, 2009
INVITE: Models & Moguls
Calendar: May 30Commencement: 3:00
Conclusion: 8:00
Venue: Onyx (1975 Henderson Road)
Cost: $9
Reservations: Randee Cook
Dress Raffle
Event Will Include
Agents
Artists
Designers
Entertainers
Models
Photographers
Promoters
Stylists
Friday, May 1, 2009
Enjoining the Revolution
When Gossip CBUS originated, I made one rule for myself… Don’t join the party… You know what they say about rules… (I already hear your thoughts… This column is about me… Well… yeah, it’s mostly about me…)
Upon my arrival at Sugar Bar, the venue was vacant… The street was crushed… Stretching from Sugar Bar to Park Street Patio and wrapped around both edges of the retaining fence was a three-stack line of bunny chasers and bunnies… Why they weren’t already in the venue, I had no clue… However, I knew once they were inside, they would intoxicate the evening…
Since I mentioned bunnies… They were omnipresent this evening… It didn’t matter if you were standing in the entrance way or the upper mezzanine, the bar area or the dance floor, you couldn’t not eye a minimum of five… The score bunnies were flirting, grinding, and exuding lust… The panorama of exquisite fashion and features rivaled any since I started this website…
Approximately, one hour after my entrance, I commenced a conversation with Onyx Promotions Superstar and Nightlife Notable Randee… And therein my rule was obliterated… Now, Randee and I had spoken previously and she is not reserved… If asked, she will tell you that she craves the camera and that she makes the cameras crave her… I must say that I have a new appreciation for her philosophy…
I’m trying to capture the evening’s essence in one hundred and forty characters and Randee is cuddling, dancing, flirting, grinding… She is not only capturing my attention, she is hoarding it all for herself… It takes ten minutes of dancing with her and attempting to twitter and I realize… I can’t do them simultaneously… I close my phone and she owns my complete attention, along with anything else she wants…
I know, I haven’t mentioned her appearance… I could spend two thousand characters on that… Her eyes and face are alluring… Her platinum blonde hair is enticing… Her perfectly chosen ensemble, a black top and white pants, are sufficient to own every male’s thoughts for a two months… Add her enthralling personality and you understand why this why I couldn’t concentrate on anything but her… Randee is electric velvet… She is premium tequila, igniting your tongue and spreading her wings inside your throat…
While I could continue on the current topic, I must mention the attraction of the evening, Frankie Delgado… When Brody Jenner appeared, security encircled him and he was essentially a photographic prop… Delgado was inside the cage within twenty minutes of his arrival, encircled by half dozen bunnies and two friends… Clearly, he is less well known than his Hills counterpart and that anonymity has advantages… His smile, as he observed the bunnies, could have electrified Park Street…
As those bunnies danced to a barrage of Britney Spears music (I don’t know where the DJ came across the idea to play so much of her music), rumors spread that the pop tart herself was in the venue post-concert… I knew these rumors were likely hype and I don’t know why Sugar Bar marred their exquisite evening with hyperbole… Spears, and the mind of the person who started the rumor, were nowhere to be found…
I know I will receive questions as to why I included that last paragraph, just as I recently received a critique about this site as a running nightlife play-by-play and the fact that no one needs or wants a running nightlife play-by-play… The truth is, this website is not about criticism or publicizing… It’s not about revealing secrets or stroking egos… This site is a commentary on a city, which is geographically larger than Las Vegas, yet thinks of itself like Reno… New York and Los Angeles capture their excessive moments… It’s about time Columbus captures theirs…
Upon my arrival at Sugar Bar, the venue was vacant… The street was crushed… Stretching from Sugar Bar to Park Street Patio and wrapped around both edges of the retaining fence was a three-stack line of bunny chasers and bunnies… Why they weren’t already in the venue, I had no clue… However, I knew once they were inside, they would intoxicate the evening…
Since I mentioned bunnies… They were omnipresent this evening… It didn’t matter if you were standing in the entrance way or the upper mezzanine, the bar area or the dance floor, you couldn’t not eye a minimum of five… The score bunnies were flirting, grinding, and exuding lust… The panorama of exquisite fashion and features rivaled any since I started this website…
Approximately, one hour after my entrance, I commenced a conversation with Onyx Promotions Superstar and Nightlife Notable Randee… And therein my rule was obliterated… Now, Randee and I had spoken previously and she is not reserved… If asked, she will tell you that she craves the camera and that she makes the cameras crave her… I must say that I have a new appreciation for her philosophy…
I’m trying to capture the evening’s essence in one hundred and forty characters and Randee is cuddling, dancing, flirting, grinding… She is not only capturing my attention, she is hoarding it all for herself… It takes ten minutes of dancing with her and attempting to twitter and I realize… I can’t do them simultaneously… I close my phone and she owns my complete attention, along with anything else she wants…
I know, I haven’t mentioned her appearance… I could spend two thousand characters on that… Her eyes and face are alluring… Her platinum blonde hair is enticing… Her perfectly chosen ensemble, a black top and white pants, are sufficient to own every male’s thoughts for a two months… Add her enthralling personality and you understand why this why I couldn’t concentrate on anything but her… Randee is electric velvet… She is premium tequila, igniting your tongue and spreading her wings inside your throat…
While I could continue on the current topic, I must mention the attraction of the evening, Frankie Delgado… When Brody Jenner appeared, security encircled him and he was essentially a photographic prop… Delgado was inside the cage within twenty minutes of his arrival, encircled by half dozen bunnies and two friends… Clearly, he is less well known than his Hills counterpart and that anonymity has advantages… His smile, as he observed the bunnies, could have electrified Park Street…
As those bunnies danced to a barrage of Britney Spears music (I don’t know where the DJ came across the idea to play so much of her music), rumors spread that the pop tart herself was in the venue post-concert… I knew these rumors were likely hype and I don’t know why Sugar Bar marred their exquisite evening with hyperbole… Spears, and the mind of the person who started the rumor, were nowhere to be found…
I know I will receive questions as to why I included that last paragraph, just as I recently received a critique about this site as a running nightlife play-by-play and the fact that no one needs or wants a running nightlife play-by-play… The truth is, this website is not about criticism or publicizing… It’s not about revealing secrets or stroking egos… This site is a commentary on a city, which is geographically larger than Las Vegas, yet thinks of itself like Reno… New York and Los Angeles capture their excessive moments… It’s about time Columbus captures theirs…
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