Commencement: 10:00Venue: Sugar Bar (525 Park Street)
VIP Access: Text (406-3072)
Mezzanine Drinks (Available 10:30 – 11:30 p.m.)
$1 Top Shelf Drinks
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Showing posts with label Avi Primetime. Show all posts
Friday, July 31, 2009
INVITE: Avi Primetime’s Birthday Bash II
Commencement: 10:00Venue: Sugar Bar (525 Park Street)
VIP Access: Text (406-3072)
Mezzanine Drinks (Available 10:30 – 11:30 p.m.)
$1 Top Shelf Drinks
Wednesday, July 29, 2009
INVITE: Avi Primetime’s Birthday Bash
Commencement: 10:00Venue: Sugar Bar (525 Park Street)
Age Range: Male (21 and over); Female (19 and over)
VIP Access: Text (406-3072)
Drinks (Available All Night)
$3 Martinis
$2 Bombs
$1 Wells
Friday, June 19, 2009
Present As You Seek Infamy
Every evening, I ask myself one question… Where’s the news tonight?
On this evening, I thought that question could remain unanswered. The streets were vacant. The venues were vacant. Several churches and synagogues this weekend will have superior energy. Why was this? Park Street Festival was last weekend… Ohio State students have vanished… Opposing activities were occurring… Any reason is sensible… No reason is sufficient…
If you’ve read this website (and I know you have), Drink with a Lodge Bar employee night is an identifiable phrase. When last call echoed this evening, Lodge Bar employees were the only identifiable people… Trevor Day… Joe Information… Mike Material… The contingent was superb… However, Lodge Bar prefers this contingent’s alone presence prior to the venue opening…
While Lodge Bar’s night was regrettable, Matt Delight’s sentences were spectacular… He mocks his colleagues and this nation’s premiere comedy writers should applaud… He offers insight about the opposite sex and those who penned proverbs cringe… I know I typed he has never spent one second not amused with the thoughts in his own head… When those thoughts are spoken aloud, a column material encyclopedia is available…
Whereas Matt Delight was Lodge Bar’s lone highlight, Park Street Patio accrued their third consecutive victory. I know what you’re thinking… I said every venue was vacant and victory is utilized? This was not an evening when one venue survived an incomprehensible competition… Park Street Patio governed an evening when they were merely adequate…
Since our initial encounter, Jamie Precious has accrued four column appearances… You would assume one would run out of adjectives and then you realize the obvious… There are spectacular bunnies who are forgotten in five minutes and there are bunnies who speak for five minutes and are unforgettable… Jamie is the latter…
In a contrasting manner, Mia Charisma is another unforgettable slinger… Mia isn’t the precocious showcase… She isn’t the scandalous provocateur… She is simply an off the rack perfection… If the choice is the glitzy slinger who struts or the subdued slinger whose soul is visible within their eyes, Mia is the selection… Her soul is exquisite…
On Saturday, Lodge Bar Assistant General Manager Trevor Day raised expectations and won… Tonight, Sugar Bar Promotions Superstar Avi Primetime attempted a similar speculation… And speculation reestablished it’s definition… Sugar Bar was only buzzing… No section ever challenged or equaled swarmed…
And Sugar Bar’s evening deteriorated further… A fight ensued which included four security personnel, three randoms, two police officers, and a heifer in a tutu (and no that’s not the conclusion of a joke)… Conflicting reports exist concerning the scrap itself… According to witnesses, two women commenced fighting… Their boyfriends intervened… Security and police intervened… A Sugar Bar security person was inadvertently pepper sprayed in the mele…
Mia Charisma, Matt Delight, and Jamie Precious were excellent conversations… However, the preceding paragraph illustrates why my exit is never early… If I had learned about this incident via someone else, I would have remained regretful… I abhor missing the news…
On this evening, I thought that question could remain unanswered. The streets were vacant. The venues were vacant. Several churches and synagogues this weekend will have superior energy. Why was this? Park Street Festival was last weekend… Ohio State students have vanished… Opposing activities were occurring… Any reason is sensible… No reason is sufficient…
If you’ve read this website (and I know you have), Drink with a Lodge Bar employee night is an identifiable phrase. When last call echoed this evening, Lodge Bar employees were the only identifiable people… Trevor Day… Joe Information… Mike Material… The contingent was superb… However, Lodge Bar prefers this contingent’s alone presence prior to the venue opening…
While Lodge Bar’s night was regrettable, Matt Delight’s sentences were spectacular… He mocks his colleagues and this nation’s premiere comedy writers should applaud… He offers insight about the opposite sex and those who penned proverbs cringe… I know I typed he has never spent one second not amused with the thoughts in his own head… When those thoughts are spoken aloud, a column material encyclopedia is available…
Whereas Matt Delight was Lodge Bar’s lone highlight, Park Street Patio accrued their third consecutive victory. I know what you’re thinking… I said every venue was vacant and victory is utilized? This was not an evening when one venue survived an incomprehensible competition… Park Street Patio governed an evening when they were merely adequate…
Since our initial encounter, Jamie Precious has accrued four column appearances… You would assume one would run out of adjectives and then you realize the obvious… There are spectacular bunnies who are forgotten in five minutes and there are bunnies who speak for five minutes and are unforgettable… Jamie is the latter…
In a contrasting manner, Mia Charisma is another unforgettable slinger… Mia isn’t the precocious showcase… She isn’t the scandalous provocateur… She is simply an off the rack perfection… If the choice is the glitzy slinger who struts or the subdued slinger whose soul is visible within their eyes, Mia is the selection… Her soul is exquisite…
On Saturday, Lodge Bar Assistant General Manager Trevor Day raised expectations and won… Tonight, Sugar Bar Promotions Superstar Avi Primetime attempted a similar speculation… And speculation reestablished it’s definition… Sugar Bar was only buzzing… No section ever challenged or equaled swarmed…
And Sugar Bar’s evening deteriorated further… A fight ensued which included four security personnel, three randoms, two police officers, and a heifer in a tutu (and no that’s not the conclusion of a joke)… Conflicting reports exist concerning the scrap itself… According to witnesses, two women commenced fighting… Their boyfriends intervened… Security and police intervened… A Sugar Bar security person was inadvertently pepper sprayed in the mele…
Mia Charisma, Matt Delight, and Jamie Precious were excellent conversations… However, the preceding paragraph illustrates why my exit is never early… If I had learned about this incident via someone else, I would have remained regretful… I abhor missing the news…
Friday, June 5, 2009
One Night in Sugar
Expectations are useful and unwanted. Expectations are adaptable, flexible, modifiable, and variable. They make one smarter. They make one stronger. They make defeats resemble victories. They make victories more substantial. How are expectations unwanted? Eventually, one’s moment occurs and expectations must be met…
For seven days, innuendo, rumor, and speculation swirled. Would Paris Hilton actually appear in Sugar Bar? I had complete confidence she would. Why was I so confident? Chris Corso, Mike Gallicchio, and Brian Swanson are not morons. They are not stupid. If Hilton’s appearance were merely a publicity stunt, forget figurative egg… Corso would be scraping omelet off of his face indefinitely…
With one hour remaining until Sugar Bar’s open, activity and energy were omnipresent. Whenever I am asked my favorite aspect of this website, I never hesitate… The hours prior to open and subsequent to close are my favorite… The bunnies and bunny chasers never witness these hours…. They never witness (unless they have worked in a venue) the hours of prepping or concluding a venue requires…
As drink slingers and servers placed bottles onto tables, security mentally prepared, and sound was checked, Gallicchio and Swanson paced with anticipation. Their demeanor and dialogue was an intricate mixture of accomplishment, cockiness, and nervous energy… Would Hilton produce the crowd? Would the crowd arrive earlier? Would the evening equal previous iconic escapades?
I know I’ve mentioned Swanson previously, but inevitably, he is an annotation when I discuss Corso and Gallicchio. Why is this? Corso and Gallicchio’s persona scream millionaire moguls… Swanson’s persona suggests your high school classmate, who always strode with assurance because he knew the proposition was not if, but when he would succeed. Corso and Gallicchio made nightlife in this city, but Swanson is equally relevant… He is the street credibility of the trio…
Approximately one hour into the evening, one of my previous questions was answered… The crowd maintained this city’s reputation for tardiness… On the sidewalk, Gallicchio prowled as if he were a Royal Bengal Tiger… His eyes were intense… His face was expressionless… By eleven p.m. on the night of Donnie Wahlberg’s appearance, Sugar Bar was crushed… By eleven p.m. on this night, one could dribbled a basketball comfortably through the venue…
Thankfully, Sugar Bar Promotions Superstar Whitney Allure rescued the opening hours… You would assume I would have one evening where I encounter the precocious pop tart and cannot construct a paragraph… I’ve known her less than two weeks… That evening was not this evening, as via her personality and scrumptious black and sequined dress, Whitney once again ensorcelled my attention…
Ensnaring my attention for the polar opposite reason was the casting session for Freaks & Beef that Sugar Bar was hosting… I know I’ve typed several scorching sentences about heifers and I promise I will type some more… But, I must cuddle another controversy and discuss the transvestite collection which was present this evening… I want to say this before you even type word one, let alone sentence one, of your e-mails… I have no objection to an alterative lifestyle…
However, transvestite is not an alternative lifestyle… Men wearing dresses (as several did this evening) or women wearing men’s clothing is not appropriate… Ken transforming himself into Barbie doesn’t make Ken a special subset of people worthy of equal rights… It makes him weird… Every moment the abhorrent green and gold dress wearing perversion crept near me this evening was a moment when I considered leaping from Sugar Bar’s balcony onto the dance floor…
I promised I would return to my favorite piñata and the heifers were prevalent amidst the platinum bunnies tonight… I realize every crowd cannot be composed solely of muffins and some evenings, an even equation is a victory… But, Sugar Bar’s crowds have crossed the sixty-forty parallel and are flirting with seventy-thirty… Is Sugar Bar the official venue for those who haven’t heard the words calorie count or can we correct this?
At approximately 12:30, I encountered Park Street Patio Promotions Superstar Tori Lioness, who informed me that Hilton would not be arriving until one a.m. Thirty seconds and less than fifteen steps after those words were spoken, I was walking the edge of the venue’s dance floor when Hilton strutted past me…
Dressed in royal blue with a matching headband and showcasing enough diamonds to purchase several sections of this city (as well as city center for the purpose of turning it into her dog’s new home), Hilton was escorted into the balcony by a phalanx of security that would have made any elected official in any state or city jealous… Six security personnel and a trio of police…
As Hilton ascended into the balcony, an anticipated and anxious throng followed (and was of course refused entrance into the balcony by security)… Moments subsequent, I encountered the throng personally when Avi Primetime, Shawn Money, and I sought our spots above the dance floor… Avi was in front of me with a hand on my shoulder… Shawn was behind me with a hand in my back… We squeezed our way through the clamoring hoard and after one moment of walking stairs arrived in Paris’ perch…
And allow me to state that the seconds I was squeezed through the clamoring hoard were completely worth it… Above the dance floor was an unequaled compilation of empire and platinum bunny perfection… Corso, Gallicchio, Swanson, Randy Haffey, Tori, Shawn, Avi, and Paris Hilton… I know I’ve compared this city’s nightlife with the circus, but that comparison was marginal until this evening… Above the dance floor, I was now part of the collection in the center ring…
Within ten minutes of my entrance into the balcony, Hilton assumed the microphone and spoke with her typical tandem of instigative playfulness… She then swallowed a shot, took pictures of the crowd on the floor, danced with her boyfriend (was anyone even noticing he was there), danced with herself, and sat atop the rail… With her back to the potential peril, Hilton appeared placid and provocative, openly flirting with those who could not garner entrance into her paradise…
If asked (and I don’t know this personally, but everything I’ve read suggests it), Hilton will tell you that she craves the camera and that she makes the cameras crave her… Both were true this evening… Her antics entranced and invited digital flashes and those digital flashes outnumbered the amount of people staring toward the balcony…
Amidst the crush of digital flashes, Corso approached and requested vindication… The conversation I will keep private, but the subtext was that Hilton had appeared, even though this city had doubted his ability to produce this result… I will retype what I told him and also twittered… Chris, I make it a point never to doubt the king…
As her night concluded, Hilton appeared dissimilar to the decadent debutante, who had entered the balcony only ninety minutes earlier… Seated upon a couch, her boyfriend’s arm around her, Hilton was withdrawn… She smoked a cigarette… She pressed her hands to her face… She appeared at multiple points to cry…
At approximately two a.m., Hilton surrounded herself with security and walked the stairs toward the exit… As she passed the balcony bar, the upstairs drink slinger snapped a pair of pictures and Hilton disappeared into the stairwell… Her hyped and hyperbole visit to this city concluded with only pictures as proof she was ever present…
In the exhilaration of their triumph, Corso, Gallicchio, and Swanson celebrated and conversed with clutches, as their venue was cleaned… Despite incomprehensible expectations, the trio once again, shut up and put their money where their mouth was… Today, the expectations will alter, as the trio shakes this conquest from their memories…
For seven days, innuendo, rumor, and speculation swirled. Would Paris Hilton actually appear in Sugar Bar? I had complete confidence she would. Why was I so confident? Chris Corso, Mike Gallicchio, and Brian Swanson are not morons. They are not stupid. If Hilton’s appearance were merely a publicity stunt, forget figurative egg… Corso would be scraping omelet off of his face indefinitely…
With one hour remaining until Sugar Bar’s open, activity and energy were omnipresent. Whenever I am asked my favorite aspect of this website, I never hesitate… The hours prior to open and subsequent to close are my favorite… The bunnies and bunny chasers never witness these hours…. They never witness (unless they have worked in a venue) the hours of prepping or concluding a venue requires…
As drink slingers and servers placed bottles onto tables, security mentally prepared, and sound was checked, Gallicchio and Swanson paced with anticipation. Their demeanor and dialogue was an intricate mixture of accomplishment, cockiness, and nervous energy… Would Hilton produce the crowd? Would the crowd arrive earlier? Would the evening equal previous iconic escapades?
I know I’ve mentioned Swanson previously, but inevitably, he is an annotation when I discuss Corso and Gallicchio. Why is this? Corso and Gallicchio’s persona scream millionaire moguls… Swanson’s persona suggests your high school classmate, who always strode with assurance because he knew the proposition was not if, but when he would succeed. Corso and Gallicchio made nightlife in this city, but Swanson is equally relevant… He is the street credibility of the trio…
Approximately one hour into the evening, one of my previous questions was answered… The crowd maintained this city’s reputation for tardiness… On the sidewalk, Gallicchio prowled as if he were a Royal Bengal Tiger… His eyes were intense… His face was expressionless… By eleven p.m. on the night of Donnie Wahlberg’s appearance, Sugar Bar was crushed… By eleven p.m. on this night, one could dribbled a basketball comfortably through the venue…
Thankfully, Sugar Bar Promotions Superstar Whitney Allure rescued the opening hours… You would assume I would have one evening where I encounter the precocious pop tart and cannot construct a paragraph… I’ve known her less than two weeks… That evening was not this evening, as via her personality and scrumptious black and sequined dress, Whitney once again ensorcelled my attention…
Ensnaring my attention for the polar opposite reason was the casting session for Freaks & Beef that Sugar Bar was hosting… I know I’ve typed several scorching sentences about heifers and I promise I will type some more… But, I must cuddle another controversy and discuss the transvestite collection which was present this evening… I want to say this before you even type word one, let alone sentence one, of your e-mails… I have no objection to an alterative lifestyle…
However, transvestite is not an alternative lifestyle… Men wearing dresses (as several did this evening) or women wearing men’s clothing is not appropriate… Ken transforming himself into Barbie doesn’t make Ken a special subset of people worthy of equal rights… It makes him weird… Every moment the abhorrent green and gold dress wearing perversion crept near me this evening was a moment when I considered leaping from Sugar Bar’s balcony onto the dance floor…
I promised I would return to my favorite piñata and the heifers were prevalent amidst the platinum bunnies tonight… I realize every crowd cannot be composed solely of muffins and some evenings, an even equation is a victory… But, Sugar Bar’s crowds have crossed the sixty-forty parallel and are flirting with seventy-thirty… Is Sugar Bar the official venue for those who haven’t heard the words calorie count or can we correct this?
At approximately 12:30, I encountered Park Street Patio Promotions Superstar Tori Lioness, who informed me that Hilton would not be arriving until one a.m. Thirty seconds and less than fifteen steps after those words were spoken, I was walking the edge of the venue’s dance floor when Hilton strutted past me…
Dressed in royal blue with a matching headband and showcasing enough diamonds to purchase several sections of this city (as well as city center for the purpose of turning it into her dog’s new home), Hilton was escorted into the balcony by a phalanx of security that would have made any elected official in any state or city jealous… Six security personnel and a trio of police…
As Hilton ascended into the balcony, an anticipated and anxious throng followed (and was of course refused entrance into the balcony by security)… Moments subsequent, I encountered the throng personally when Avi Primetime, Shawn Money, and I sought our spots above the dance floor… Avi was in front of me with a hand on my shoulder… Shawn was behind me with a hand in my back… We squeezed our way through the clamoring hoard and after one moment of walking stairs arrived in Paris’ perch…
And allow me to state that the seconds I was squeezed through the clamoring hoard were completely worth it… Above the dance floor was an unequaled compilation of empire and platinum bunny perfection… Corso, Gallicchio, Swanson, Randy Haffey, Tori, Shawn, Avi, and Paris Hilton… I know I’ve compared this city’s nightlife with the circus, but that comparison was marginal until this evening… Above the dance floor, I was now part of the collection in the center ring…
Within ten minutes of my entrance into the balcony, Hilton assumed the microphone and spoke with her typical tandem of instigative playfulness… She then swallowed a shot, took pictures of the crowd on the floor, danced with her boyfriend (was anyone even noticing he was there), danced with herself, and sat atop the rail… With her back to the potential peril, Hilton appeared placid and provocative, openly flirting with those who could not garner entrance into her paradise…
If asked (and I don’t know this personally, but everything I’ve read suggests it), Hilton will tell you that she craves the camera and that she makes the cameras crave her… Both were true this evening… Her antics entranced and invited digital flashes and those digital flashes outnumbered the amount of people staring toward the balcony…
Amidst the crush of digital flashes, Corso approached and requested vindication… The conversation I will keep private, but the subtext was that Hilton had appeared, even though this city had doubted his ability to produce this result… I will retype what I told him and also twittered… Chris, I make it a point never to doubt the king…
As her night concluded, Hilton appeared dissimilar to the decadent debutante, who had entered the balcony only ninety minutes earlier… Seated upon a couch, her boyfriend’s arm around her, Hilton was withdrawn… She smoked a cigarette… She pressed her hands to her face… She appeared at multiple points to cry…
At approximately two a.m., Hilton surrounded herself with security and walked the stairs toward the exit… As she passed the balcony bar, the upstairs drink slinger snapped a pair of pictures and Hilton disappeared into the stairwell… Her hyped and hyperbole visit to this city concluded with only pictures as proof she was ever present…
In the exhilaration of their triumph, Corso, Gallicchio, and Swanson celebrated and conversed with clutches, as their venue was cleaned… Despite incomprehensible expectations, the trio once again, shut up and put their money where their mouth was… Today, the expectations will alter, as the trio shakes this conquest from their memories…
Monday, May 25, 2009
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…
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…
Friday, May 22, 2009
Champions Commence Thursday Night Live
While no one watched, two champions prepared. They assigned their employees… They discussed strategy and tactics… They prepped their entrances… They reviewed their procedures… Their work was rote, tedious, and unappreciated… Yet, everyone labored with the knowledge that this work could win or lose the evening…
As Thursday Night Live commenced, Sugar Bar was scattered… Amidst a conversation with Shawn Money (who I had several conversations with throughout the evening), I observed a line that was noticeable, yet was confined within ten feet… One week ago, the awaiting masses consumed half a block…
The clutches may have been random… However, the platinum bunnies were spectacular… Whether they were flirting with Shawn Money, as one twenty-year-old was or consuming free drinks in the walkway, as an exquisite, black dress bunny was, the visual obliterated any concerns or thoughts about the average arrivals…
Upon my arrival at Lodge Bar, their crowd was also sluggish… This provided me an opportunity to speak with Joe Information, whom I’ve mentioned previously… our wide ranging conversation (our conversations are consistently wide ranging) covers the evening and of all subjects boxing… It’s what I value about the closeness of my relationships with various employees; you are constantly scoring insights into their personalities… (Although Joe’s insight, his hatred of Floyd Mayweather, is ridiculous)…
For Lodge Bar’s first quarter, boxing is the appropriate metaphor… Lodge Bar didn’t win the first round…. However, they weren’t embarrassed either… Their crowd was expanding and respectable… And their bunnies and platinum bunnies were noticeable… As I returned to Sugar Bar for the second stanza, I knew this night could be interesting…
One hour into our twitter coverage, Sugar Bar’s exterior met anyone’s expectations… The line threatened to extend into an alley… As for Sugar Bar’s interior, the dance floor was crushed… There wasn’t visible space… There weren’t walkways… There was simply a cascade of people grinding and shaking….
When a venue’s population increases, I typically count this as wanted… Unfortunately, as I stared toward the collection of heifers and randoms which inhabited Sugar Bar’s dance floor, I reconsidered my entire thought process… Essentially, Sugar Bar swapped their first frame platinum bunnies for second frame total population… Population is population is population and population is needed… Yet, platinum bunnies are not negotiable…
Also not negotiable was Lodge Bar’s vastly improved second quarter… While their dance floor was vacant (which is rare for this venue), their upper and lower bars were swarmed and their walkway was virtually impassable… I stood and viewed the ever expanding crush from several angles and each screamed similar affirmations… This was Lodge Bar’s quarter…
Seconds ago (unless you are a very slow reader), I mentioned that the dance floor was vacant… The bunnies may not have been grinding, but they were present and scrumptious… I know you’re reading this and thinking, how much of a factor was the primping sex in my round by round evaluation… I’ll respond with this… They weren’t the factor, but when the total population is even, bunnies win the contest…
Another factor was DJ Legend, who completely overmatched DJ Samurai… Now, I will say this without hesitation, I sincerely respect DJ Samurai… He possesses skills… Unfortunately, his song selections never change… You can set your blackberry alarm by them… The rotation never alters… The sequence never wavers… I can recount his set list and I don’t even have to attend the event…
Conversely, DJ Legend is eclectic and exquisite… Whenever he spins, I know I will hear sequences or songs I haven’t or I never thought possible… Tonight’s marquee moment, another brilliant exhibition, was “Clothes Off” and “When I Grow Up” played consecutively… You don’t think of either as club or dance selections necessarily, but the pairing was perfect…
As Sugar Bar’s third quarter commenced, random was an apt description… From the overly tattooed female passed out in an alley to the heifer who walked past wearing a camouflage dress, the venue’s swap of quality for quantity continued… Obviously, numbers are important… But, any venue can rack up numbers… It’s the impression those numbers make…
The impression the venue’s interior made was incredible… The dance floor and lower mezzanine transcended crushed… And the stage was as crammed as I had ever witnessed… I knew a moment would occur, a moment always occurs, when one of these venues would draw a line and challenge the other… This was that moment… It took me less than three minutes to return to Lodge Bar with one thought… Could they respond?
Yes is the emphatic reaction… I entered the venue and immediately observed the obvious… The walkway was impassable… The dance floor was crushed… The upper and lower bars were crushed… The stage was crushed… Lodge Bar had taken Sugar Bar’s virtual flourish and responded with a shot to the mouth which would have made Manny Pacquiao applaud…
Eventually, I negotiated the crush and relocated to left of the stage… The platinum bunny visual was spectacular… They were dancing, they were singing, they were grinding… They were canoodling and coercing every chaser they could make eye contact with… Even the random basketball jersey wearers I referenced on twitter… Even one of them collected a cupcake…
When I returned to Sugar Bar, their crowd was scattering… The stage remained swarmed… However, the couch klatch and the lower mezzanine were reduced… The cove was almost vacant… As I shared consecutive shots with Avi Primetime and Shawn Money, the outcome wasn’t announced… It wasn’t conceded… But, it was implicit and understood… Despite the two premiere male promoters in this city, Sugar Bar would lose…
And they did… Lodge Bar was equally scattered as their conclusion arrived… Yet, their dance floor and upper and lower bars maintained the crowd required… their championship label had been thoroughly challenged… But, the championship remained within their hands…
While no one watched, two champions culminated their evening… One had endured an onslaught and survived… One remained proud and unashamed… As both cleaned and counted cash, scoured and swept, they labored with one universal thought… Rematches and victory within them are always possible…
As Thursday Night Live commenced, Sugar Bar was scattered… Amidst a conversation with Shawn Money (who I had several conversations with throughout the evening), I observed a line that was noticeable, yet was confined within ten feet… One week ago, the awaiting masses consumed half a block…
The clutches may have been random… However, the platinum bunnies were spectacular… Whether they were flirting with Shawn Money, as one twenty-year-old was or consuming free drinks in the walkway, as an exquisite, black dress bunny was, the visual obliterated any concerns or thoughts about the average arrivals…
Upon my arrival at Lodge Bar, their crowd was also sluggish… This provided me an opportunity to speak with Joe Information, whom I’ve mentioned previously… our wide ranging conversation (our conversations are consistently wide ranging) covers the evening and of all subjects boxing… It’s what I value about the closeness of my relationships with various employees; you are constantly scoring insights into their personalities… (Although Joe’s insight, his hatred of Floyd Mayweather, is ridiculous)…
For Lodge Bar’s first quarter, boxing is the appropriate metaphor… Lodge Bar didn’t win the first round…. However, they weren’t embarrassed either… Their crowd was expanding and respectable… And their bunnies and platinum bunnies were noticeable… As I returned to Sugar Bar for the second stanza, I knew this night could be interesting…
One hour into our twitter coverage, Sugar Bar’s exterior met anyone’s expectations… The line threatened to extend into an alley… As for Sugar Bar’s interior, the dance floor was crushed… There wasn’t visible space… There weren’t walkways… There was simply a cascade of people grinding and shaking….
When a venue’s population increases, I typically count this as wanted… Unfortunately, as I stared toward the collection of heifers and randoms which inhabited Sugar Bar’s dance floor, I reconsidered my entire thought process… Essentially, Sugar Bar swapped their first frame platinum bunnies for second frame total population… Population is population is population and population is needed… Yet, platinum bunnies are not negotiable…
Also not negotiable was Lodge Bar’s vastly improved second quarter… While their dance floor was vacant (which is rare for this venue), their upper and lower bars were swarmed and their walkway was virtually impassable… I stood and viewed the ever expanding crush from several angles and each screamed similar affirmations… This was Lodge Bar’s quarter…
Seconds ago (unless you are a very slow reader), I mentioned that the dance floor was vacant… The bunnies may not have been grinding, but they were present and scrumptious… I know you’re reading this and thinking, how much of a factor was the primping sex in my round by round evaluation… I’ll respond with this… They weren’t the factor, but when the total population is even, bunnies win the contest…
Another factor was DJ Legend, who completely overmatched DJ Samurai… Now, I will say this without hesitation, I sincerely respect DJ Samurai… He possesses skills… Unfortunately, his song selections never change… You can set your blackberry alarm by them… The rotation never alters… The sequence never wavers… I can recount his set list and I don’t even have to attend the event…
Conversely, DJ Legend is eclectic and exquisite… Whenever he spins, I know I will hear sequences or songs I haven’t or I never thought possible… Tonight’s marquee moment, another brilliant exhibition, was “Clothes Off” and “When I Grow Up” played consecutively… You don’t think of either as club or dance selections necessarily, but the pairing was perfect…
As Sugar Bar’s third quarter commenced, random was an apt description… From the overly tattooed female passed out in an alley to the heifer who walked past wearing a camouflage dress, the venue’s swap of quality for quantity continued… Obviously, numbers are important… But, any venue can rack up numbers… It’s the impression those numbers make…
The impression the venue’s interior made was incredible… The dance floor and lower mezzanine transcended crushed… And the stage was as crammed as I had ever witnessed… I knew a moment would occur, a moment always occurs, when one of these venues would draw a line and challenge the other… This was that moment… It took me less than three minutes to return to Lodge Bar with one thought… Could they respond?
Yes is the emphatic reaction… I entered the venue and immediately observed the obvious… The walkway was impassable… The dance floor was crushed… The upper and lower bars were crushed… The stage was crushed… Lodge Bar had taken Sugar Bar’s virtual flourish and responded with a shot to the mouth which would have made Manny Pacquiao applaud…
Eventually, I negotiated the crush and relocated to left of the stage… The platinum bunny visual was spectacular… They were dancing, they were singing, they were grinding… They were canoodling and coercing every chaser they could make eye contact with… Even the random basketball jersey wearers I referenced on twitter… Even one of them collected a cupcake…
When I returned to Sugar Bar, their crowd was scattering… The stage remained swarmed… However, the couch klatch and the lower mezzanine were reduced… The cove was almost vacant… As I shared consecutive shots with Avi Primetime and Shawn Money, the outcome wasn’t announced… It wasn’t conceded… But, it was implicit and understood… Despite the two premiere male promoters in this city, Sugar Bar would lose…
And they did… Lodge Bar was equally scattered as their conclusion arrived… Yet, their dance floor and upper and lower bars maintained the crowd required… their championship label had been thoroughly challenged… But, the championship remained within their hands…
While no one watched, two champions culminated their evening… One had endured an onslaught and survived… One remained proud and unashamed… As both cleaned and counted cash, scoured and swept, they labored with one universal thought… Rematches and victory within them are always possible…
Wednesday, May 20, 2009
INVITE: Avi Primetime’s Two Year Anniversary
Commencement: 10:00Venue: Sugar Bar (525 Park Street)
Age Range: Male (21 and over); Female (19 and over)
VIP Access: Text (406-3072)
Drinks (Available All Night)
$3 Martinis
$2 Bombs
$1 Wells
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.
Friday, March 13, 2009
The Taste For Victory
Individual confrontation is the greatest… Boxing, Blackjack, Darts, Tennis… Basketball or golf with only two competitors… The adrenaline rush when you stare into the eyes of your adversary, knowing the choice is either own or be owned, is incomparable… It’s why James Jordan, father of Michael Jordan, was absolutely correct, when he spoke about his wagering… “Michael doesn’t have a gambling problem,” James Jordan said. “He has a competitiveness problem.”
When I arrived at Sugar Bar’s Casino Night, I was determined to cover the entire event (as we always cover entire events)… Although, I knew as soon as I sat down at a blackjack table, I wouldn’t cover anything else… I already hear your thoughts… This column is about me… Well… yeah, it’s mostly about me…
Before I discuss my evening (which I promise, I will hold under one thousand words… just kidding), I must compliment the event… Once again, Sugar Bar and Park Street Patio showcased why they are one the most unique venues in this city… The evening was spectacular… The combination of the green felt tables, chips, and tuxedo clad croupiers, in conjunction with Sugar’s customary crush of bunnies produced a speakeasy allure, which was equal parts back alley enclave and Las Vegas strip.
The event was not flawless… Some of the dealers were slow, bordering on novices and the pulsating beat of both venue’s music, made hearing difficult and the tables not immune to shaking… Still, the croupiers, the player’s reactions, the bunnies perching over shoulders of boys that were on streaks (not realizing apparently that the money they were winning as not real)… The evening had all the glam of a casino and all the mischief of a fraternity social…
Now, as you requested (sarcasm), back to me… As soon as I swapped out my first faux cash (I had $6,000 to play with…) for the shimmering black circles, engraved with “100,” the bunnies became nonexistent… Carrie Underwood could have walked in at that moment, walked up to me, and whispered “your place or mine” in my ear and I wouldn’t have budged… It was me, my stack of chips, the cards, and that dealer… That son of a, piece of, dealt me a ten, when I had a nine and a three dealer…
After an initial two victories and a set of losing hands (at least a half dozen, where I could not buy a card)… I located the zone… I started frolicking in the zone… Every card came up as desired and the bets increased… Steady stacks of 250 that turned into 500, 500 that turned 1,000, 750 that turned into 1,500… I was blazing… When, by 1:30, they announced they were concluding (concluding? What? I could do this all evening…), I had turned my $6,000 into $10,000… And my evening into a future V.I.P. evening at Park Street Patio…
As I walked the dance floor gauntlet from Park Street through Sugar Bar to reconnect with promotions superstars Avi and Molly, my mind wasn’t on the cards… As I shook hands with Avi, my mind didn’t think about the hands I won… As I hugged the perfectly exquisite Molly, my mind didn’t think about the hands I lost… But, as I departed Sugar Bar and entered the cold night air, I wanted to be back at that table…
When I arrived at Sugar Bar’s Casino Night, I was determined to cover the entire event (as we always cover entire events)… Although, I knew as soon as I sat down at a blackjack table, I wouldn’t cover anything else… I already hear your thoughts… This column is about me… Well… yeah, it’s mostly about me…
Before I discuss my evening (which I promise, I will hold under one thousand words… just kidding), I must compliment the event… Once again, Sugar Bar and Park Street Patio showcased why they are one the most unique venues in this city… The evening was spectacular… The combination of the green felt tables, chips, and tuxedo clad croupiers, in conjunction with Sugar’s customary crush of bunnies produced a speakeasy allure, which was equal parts back alley enclave and Las Vegas strip.
The event was not flawless… Some of the dealers were slow, bordering on novices and the pulsating beat of both venue’s music, made hearing difficult and the tables not immune to shaking… Still, the croupiers, the player’s reactions, the bunnies perching over shoulders of boys that were on streaks (not realizing apparently that the money they were winning as not real)… The evening had all the glam of a casino and all the mischief of a fraternity social…
Now, as you requested (sarcasm), back to me… As soon as I swapped out my first faux cash (I had $6,000 to play with…) for the shimmering black circles, engraved with “100,” the bunnies became nonexistent… Carrie Underwood could have walked in at that moment, walked up to me, and whispered “your place or mine” in my ear and I wouldn’t have budged… It was me, my stack of chips, the cards, and that dealer… That son of a, piece of, dealt me a ten, when I had a nine and a three dealer…
After an initial two victories and a set of losing hands (at least a half dozen, where I could not buy a card)… I located the zone… I started frolicking in the zone… Every card came up as desired and the bets increased… Steady stacks of 250 that turned into 500, 500 that turned 1,000, 750 that turned into 1,500… I was blazing… When, by 1:30, they announced they were concluding (concluding? What? I could do this all evening…), I had turned my $6,000 into $10,000… And my evening into a future V.I.P. evening at Park Street Patio…
As I walked the dance floor gauntlet from Park Street through Sugar Bar to reconnect with promotions superstars Avi and Molly, my mind wasn’t on the cards… As I shook hands with Avi, my mind didn’t think about the hands I won… As I hugged the perfectly exquisite Molly, my mind didn’t think about the hands I lost… But, as I departed Sugar Bar and entered the cold night air, I wanted to be back at that table…
Friday, March 6, 2009
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…
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…
Friday, January 9, 2009
Love the Logos, Hate the Losers
Random is intriguing. Ridiculous is simply stupid. Alice in Wonderland’s Cheshire cat standing on top his own head and asking “can you stand on your head” is random. The Cheshire cat converting head into a soccer ball and kicking it past the Columbus Crew goalie is ridiculous. Understand the difference?
When I arrived, Sugar was empty. The booths, the dance floor, the tables… they spelled empty in capital letters. Thankfully, a lower scoring than I would have imagined slugfest between Florida and Oklahoma provided welcome entertainment. I stood and watched the game, which Sugar thoughtfully had on every television screen, likely with the same pair of thoughts in mind as every Sugar Bar employee I saw… Those two thoughts being, when will people arrive and why is Oklahoma’s offense playing so miserable?
As Florida assumed command of the fourth quarter (first by a field goal and eventually by their winning margin of double digits), they started to trickle in. Four guys and three girls. A trio of bunnies. Another trio of bunnies. Two guys. As the college football season concluded, the crowd was expanded, but remained reserved.
Twenty minutes later, the crowd exploded. Bunnies in booths, bunnies at tables, bunnies on the dance floor, and the street cast of the Wire looking to hit on all of them (more on that momentarily)… I must pause at this point to thank (by name) Avi Primetime and Brian Swanson… As we teased all week, Gossip Cbus was a co-sponsor of the evening and Aaron and Brian were phenomenal, making sure our logo was exquisite and on every screen…. Looking at our logo, the same logo you see on this website, on their television screens… my evening was perfect…
Perfect, albeit slightly scattered, given the crowd that had accumulated… I know the first time I experienced Sugar, I raved and this experience overall was similar… I still love the venue… And, just like the first experience, there were bunnies dancing, drinking, shaking their asses… Most were as immaculate as what I had seen the first time….
Unfortunately, ridiculous was also present… A drunken girl who was the spitting image of Amy Winehouse (wardrobe included), one male that should consider a career as a couch (yes, he is that large), and four girls whose every step must register as earthquake weather… And before anyone sends me hate mail, I am not being mea… It is not my fault these four girls had more buns than a day old bakery…
Worse than the bizarre patrons, were the bunnies that chose to hook up with them… One nauseating pairing in particular coupled an adorable doll (black leopard print dress and stunning body) with a Marlo Stanfield imitator with hair that looked like one of my ex’s bad shag carpet… The site of these two dancing, making out, her sitting on his lap with his Yankees (yes Ohio, Yankees) cap on… it was enough to make you vomit… Desperate white girls and Wire castoffs, if you want to hook up (even though you really shouldn’t), there are clubs in this city where you can do this… But, please avoid the ones I attend…
While the site of Cleopatra becoming Cleopatra Jones was annoying, it was not enough to ruin another overall magnificent Sugar experience… You will have random and ridiculous at every spot in this city… The trick is not letting either overtake you… With our logos on the screen (thanks again Avi and Brian), neither could spoil my night…
When I arrived, Sugar was empty. The booths, the dance floor, the tables… they spelled empty in capital letters. Thankfully, a lower scoring than I would have imagined slugfest between Florida and Oklahoma provided welcome entertainment. I stood and watched the game, which Sugar thoughtfully had on every television screen, likely with the same pair of thoughts in mind as every Sugar Bar employee I saw… Those two thoughts being, when will people arrive and why is Oklahoma’s offense playing so miserable?
As Florida assumed command of the fourth quarter (first by a field goal and eventually by their winning margin of double digits), they started to trickle in. Four guys and three girls. A trio of bunnies. Another trio of bunnies. Two guys. As the college football season concluded, the crowd was expanded, but remained reserved.
Twenty minutes later, the crowd exploded. Bunnies in booths, bunnies at tables, bunnies on the dance floor, and the street cast of the Wire looking to hit on all of them (more on that momentarily)… I must pause at this point to thank (by name) Avi Primetime and Brian Swanson… As we teased all week, Gossip Cbus was a co-sponsor of the evening and Aaron and Brian were phenomenal, making sure our logo was exquisite and on every screen…. Looking at our logo, the same logo you see on this website, on their television screens… my evening was perfect…
Perfect, albeit slightly scattered, given the crowd that had accumulated… I know the first time I experienced Sugar, I raved and this experience overall was similar… I still love the venue… And, just like the first experience, there were bunnies dancing, drinking, shaking their asses… Most were as immaculate as what I had seen the first time….
Unfortunately, ridiculous was also present… A drunken girl who was the spitting image of Amy Winehouse (wardrobe included), one male that should consider a career as a couch (yes, he is that large), and four girls whose every step must register as earthquake weather… And before anyone sends me hate mail, I am not being mea… It is not my fault these four girls had more buns than a day old bakery…
Worse than the bizarre patrons, were the bunnies that chose to hook up with them… One nauseating pairing in particular coupled an adorable doll (black leopard print dress and stunning body) with a Marlo Stanfield imitator with hair that looked like one of my ex’s bad shag carpet… The site of these two dancing, making out, her sitting on his lap with his Yankees (yes Ohio, Yankees) cap on… it was enough to make you vomit… Desperate white girls and Wire castoffs, if you want to hook up (even though you really shouldn’t), there are clubs in this city where you can do this… But, please avoid the ones I attend…
While the site of Cleopatra becoming Cleopatra Jones was annoying, it was not enough to ruin another overall magnificent Sugar experience… You will have random and ridiculous at every spot in this city… The trick is not letting either overtake you… With our logos on the screen (thanks again Avi and Brian), neither could spoil my night…
Saturday, December 20, 2008
Skully’s Festivus Photographs
From what spys tell me, the party was amazing... Another reason why Avi (far left) is one of Columbus' greatest promoters...
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