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JackKash

New York City

At a club this past weekend. I told the girl I was with that I do "research" when ever I travel to figure out where I'm going to go. She asked where and I said a website that posts reviews and that I post too. Later she introduces me to the GM and tells him I write reviews. He asks where, and I hesitantly say TUSCL. He says I know that site with a bit of distaste in his voice and walks away.

When did we become adversaries?

Is the whole club experience really one big power struggle? Our discussions and articles rail against Bouncers, DJs, Bartenders, GMs, Bathroom "trolls" and even Dancers keeping us from our want and desires. On the otherside we have the ROBs, pat downs and metal detectors, shortened songs, price gouging at the bar, VIP and ATMs. At this club in particular they put so many different holds on my credit card for my bar tab, I had to call the company to tell them it was okay when I finally paid my bill. It sometimes seems they go out of their way to dampen the experience.

"Can't we all just get along."

This weekend, I talked with the Bathroom Attendant, learned how he had finally closed on that house he was after (see how bad Vegas' housing market is when bathroom attendants can afford to purchase a home). His taxes were next and he was trying to figure out how to invest for retirement. I met the DJ who up until this point I thought was one of the most annoying I had ever heard but when chatting with him, found him to be a good funny guy who comes to work in a suit and tie. Floor guys, Bartenders, Waitresses were all attentive, quick and pleasant especially when I shared a kind word with them. The VIP gate keeper was gentle when he told me and my ATF our time was up and if we didn't want to continue, there was no rush to putting ourselves back together before we left. Most of the dancers were pleasant and wished me well when I told them I was already with someone. This hasn't been the only place I have experienced this but I wish I could say it happens all the places I go.

We depend on each other.

Maybe it's more like a bad marriage, a co-dependent relationship or a drug dealer and his junkies. We the patrons and these clubs are strange bedfellows. We seem to be constantly looking for ways to sneak around each other to get away with this, that or the other thing when we both are just really looking for the same thing, a good time, a little distraction and a nice place to hang out for awhile.

Flies and Honey.

Perhaps we can never put an end to the ROBs, price gouging and annoying, rude and inattentative staff but like us New Yorkers, their thick crust is a little thin and easy to break through with some show of appreciation and kindness. Perhaps we, their patrons, will be more willing to return, spend money and speak highly of a club if we are treated with respect and pleasantries rather than like a bag of bones with a wallet to be emptied.

I can hear you laughing. A PL can dream.