Saturday night......
Antonio invited Ranise and I to go to a GQ party that he had helped organize with him and Ricardo. Sounds great. Wonderful. Good Times. Ricardo and Antonio picked up Ranise and I, and when we arrived at the place Antonio got out of the car and took Ranise with him, leaving Ricardo and I to park the car. After we parked the car we were supposed to be able to walk up to the entrance of the club, and tell them that we were on the list. We were also not supposed to pay to enter.
The only part of this plan that actually went off the way that it was supposed to was the fact that we parked the car. Ricardo and I got to the front of the club, and were told that we had to wait in the line. These people were not interested in who we were with or what list we were on. Fine. So Antonio told us to come around back. Well the guards in the back entrance didn't want to let us in, even when Antonio came to the entrance. Sooooooooooo.....we proceeded to wait in line for over an hour after they let in hoochie mama after hoochie mama. The hooch was out in full effect that evening. The club was called the Garden of Eden, but a paradise it was not.
Finally Ricardo and I made it to the front after recieving multiple phone calls and text messages telling us to just push our way to the front, and tell them that we were on the list. No one seemed to understand that even if it were possible for us to get to the front of the line they didn't really seem to care who was on what list. We were two guys that didn't have any girls with us. Guys travelling together into a straight club isn't exactly the most desirable patrons to let in the door.
The two of us were frisked, and made it to the woman who was holding the clipboard, and when we tried to tell her what list we were on she simply waved us to the window and told us that she didn't have time to look on the list. What is it that she was doing, other then being annoying, that took up so much of her time that she was unable to look at the list? Oh and in case I forgot to mention this...her job was to look at the list. Maybe she was trying to stand there and look pretty? Trying would be the operative word.
Fine. the woman with the list doesn't want to deal with us so we thought we could tell the woman at the window that we were on a list and supposed to be comped. The woman at the window wasn't interested in a damn word that we had to say. She just kept saying twenty dollars to us. Yes that is how much it cost to get into a club that was hosting A GQ party that we later found out wasn't actually a GQ party. We had all been hoodwinked.
Needless to say Ricardo and I didn't pay the entrance fee. Antonio and Ranise left the bar...things were a bit dramatic for a bit, but all was smooted over and we went onto have a fun evening.
Moral of the story: I will not be returning to the Garden of Eden...the club...I don't know about the biblical one just yet. hehe
The only part of this plan that actually went off the way that it was supposed to was the fact that we parked the car. Ricardo and I got to the front of the club, and were told that we had to wait in the line. These people were not interested in who we were with or what list we were on. Fine. So Antonio told us to come around back. Well the guards in the back entrance didn't want to let us in, even when Antonio came to the entrance. Sooooooooooo.....we proceeded to wait in line for over an hour after they let in hoochie mama after hoochie mama. The hooch was out in full effect that evening. The club was called the Garden of Eden, but a paradise it was not.
Finally Ricardo and I made it to the front after recieving multiple phone calls and text messages telling us to just push our way to the front, and tell them that we were on the list. No one seemed to understand that even if it were possible for us to get to the front of the line they didn't really seem to care who was on what list. We were two guys that didn't have any girls with us. Guys travelling together into a straight club isn't exactly the most desirable patrons to let in the door.
The two of us were frisked, and made it to the woman who was holding the clipboard, and when we tried to tell her what list we were on she simply waved us to the window and told us that she didn't have time to look on the list. What is it that she was doing, other then being annoying, that took up so much of her time that she was unable to look at the list? Oh and in case I forgot to mention this...her job was to look at the list. Maybe she was trying to stand there and look pretty? Trying would be the operative word.
Fine. the woman with the list doesn't want to deal with us so we thought we could tell the woman at the window that we were on a list and supposed to be comped. The woman at the window wasn't interested in a damn word that we had to say. She just kept saying twenty dollars to us. Yes that is how much it cost to get into a club that was hosting A GQ party that we later found out wasn't actually a GQ party. We had all been hoodwinked.
Needless to say Ricardo and I didn't pay the entrance fee. Antonio and Ranise left the bar...things were a bit dramatic for a bit, but all was smooted over and we went onto have a fun evening.
Moral of the story: I will not be returning to the Garden of Eden...the club...I don't know about the biblical one just yet. hehe
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