I Hate Bouncers and Club Promoters and Anyone that Works that Door of Someplace that Thinks Its Swanky

Ok guys? Get over yourself.

I got to go to one of the trendiest clubs in Manhattan this weekend - Marquee. By 10:30 p.m. There was already a huge line outside - and people were being asked "Are you in the list?" And if they said no -they were dismissed with a fleeting wave of the hand, a "get out of here, be gone," type gesture. Trendy pretentiousness pisses me off. But what was really making me laugh is how this guy seemed all put out by having to do his job. A party of 14 was trying to get in ahead of us. The guy at the door said he'd only let them in if they promised to buy a minimum of five bottles. Now these bottles go for no less than $300 a pop, so that's a pretty tall order. Somehow these guys agree to do this, and the Door Guy says, get the rest of your party. Guy on the street starts saying "Guys come on," and his friends start working their way up to the front of the line. Then Door Guy sighs heavily - cause these people are taking too long to wade through the sea of people that are waiting in front of the club. Hey, Door Guy? You've got the least stressful job in the whole wide fucking world. All you have to do is stand at the front of a club in balmy summer, holding a clipboard, and tell people whether or not they can go in a club.

People that know me well know that I hate and despise clubs and genereal pretention and trendiness, so this may be the beginning of several entries about clubbing. Enjoy!