dress codes
shadowcat
Atlanta suburb
Will you abide by them or go somewhere else?
I have only been refused entry once. Thee Whiskey Tavern in Columbia SC wouldn't let me in for wearing sweats in winter. The club got 21 reviews before it got shut down.
In Atlanta I only know of 2 clubs with restrictions. Club Blaze has a no commando rule. Have no desire to go there anyhow and Tattletales probably wouldn't let me in with my wardrobe of shorts or sweats. I have other choices that will gladly take my money. Fuck em!
I have only been refused entry once. Thee Whiskey Tavern in Columbia SC wouldn't let me in for wearing sweats in winter. The club got 21 reviews before it got shut down.
In Atlanta I only know of 2 clubs with restrictions. Club Blaze has a no commando rule. Have no desire to go there anyhow and Tattletales probably wouldn't let me in with my wardrobe of shorts or sweats. I have other choices that will gladly take my money. Fuck em!
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Some clubs, in their attempt to be "classy" implement dress codes. No club is classy, people....get over yourselves.
How do they determine "commando"? The girls could determine that fairly easily/quickly when dancing for a guy. Only the stupid ones, however, would cry to management about a commando guy who is dropping cash on her.
Tattletale in ATL the bouncer said "You're ok this time but no sweatpants next time." I appreciated them not being dicks about it so I just wear thin shorts instead 👍
In answer to the thread question, I tend to stay away from the places that classify themselves “upscale” so I haven’t had an issue with dress code violations. But at the same time I don’t wear sweats or basketball shorts since I don’t want to be too obvious. Lol.
The first 2 clubs, both now closed, we hit on 25th st, no problem.
We then hit brookpark rd, crazy horse, still in business, wouldn't let me in because my shirt didn't have a collar, we walked and hit a club down the road that i don't even know what it's name was.
The place was empty except for the owner(?) and 4 or 5 dancers sitting at the bar facing the entrance. The owner said no hats before we even sat down. I told him it's not a hat but he said I had to take it off.
Mind you this was an empty bar and he was refusing 2 paying customers over a bandana so I said ok, we'll go spend our money somewhere else. With no other customers and dancers outnumbering us 2 to 1 it might have been a mistake but this was back in our young days when neither one of us were aware of mileage/extras so i'll never know what we might have missed out on.
We hit one more now closed brookpark rd club, no problems entering and that's where we spent our money and ended the night.
nowhere in tj (including HK) do i have a problem wearing other club shirts.
For another example, the report from TheeOSU about getting kicked from an otherwise empty club for wearing a bandana suggests to me NOT that the manager / owner was trying to be upscale, but rather that he was looking for high-paying customers who wouldn't cause him grief. The original post admits, directly, "this was back in our young days when neither one of us were aware." Probably got kicked for having that appearance, not just for the bandana, is my guess. If you'd been a regular you'd have known something -- maybe the crowd was scheduled to arrive later? Maybe the "dancers" were all direct-to-the-service hookers and there wasn't much dancing at all? College kids in sweatshirts and bandanas aren't usually wanted in places like that.
As to sweatpants ... I used to regularly monger in a pair of pants that came from a super-silk style track suit. Very smooth, almost velour type, but slick on the outside like a wind-breaker. Dancers loved them, it was like pajamas or a micro-fiber blanket. But I started to feel like they were creepy-looking, since they were clinging to my thighs and bulge. So I ended up researching (here at TUSCL!) good slacks and upgraded (Hagar Cool 18s). At a club I recently saw a kid in sweatpants with a dress shirt and cross-trainers, he looked too incongruous, it was like he hadn't finished putting on his costume for the school play. He was tall and his semi-boner was poking through the pants too obviously when he went out to the patio (it's more brightly lighted) for a smoke. We didn't appreciate it. "We" means me, all the dancers, and anybody else who mattered.
I don't think it's about high paying customers, it's about keeping the peace. Keeping out gangbangers and violence.
You've never seen a real bachelor party until you've seen a British bachelor entourage strolling the Red Light District of Amsterdam on a weekend evening in the summer. Forty guys in plastic Elmer Fudd outfits, leading by a leash one dude dressed in nothing but tightie-whities underwear, Doc Martens boots, and a rubber chicken over his dick. With friends like that, who needs enemies. As I overheard it, his job was to NOT finish with a minimum of five girls.
Sweats, t-shirt and hoodie from 11/1 - 4/30 every year. Shorts, t-shirt or golf shirt and sandals from 5/1-10/30 every year.
Actually, an even more startling sight is how they treat New Year's Eve. Everything is on fire. All locations include devices which explode and burn. Your left thigh, your bicycle, the foot path, the streetcar, the cafe table, the roof, the wall, the canal, the pile of trash, the tree, the other tree, it all explodes and burns. You are inside a fireworks display. It's so bad that the fire brigades distribute flyers with warnings in multiple languages that you shouldn't wear fuzzy outer clothing, and no hats or scarves, and no fringe, because your clothing would be a conflagration danger. It's frickin' nuts. Most of the year the Amsterdammer citizens are rather staid -- they put up with the tourists doing touristy things, because THEY aren't doing the touristy things. But on New Year's Eve, it just goes all explosive.
I hate New Year's Eve. Seems to bring out the douche in everyone, and after midnight it's drunk drivers all over the road. My idea of a good NYE is a good book, my cat, and a 10pm bedtime.
Went to the old Follies in ATL. After I walked through the non-functional metal detector, the door girl (who sometimes danced) told me I could not come in if my shorts were too loose. Her hand shot up my shorts leg and she checked out my commando friend. She said my shorts were OK. I think that was the first time I ever tipped a door girl.
The clubs that have formal dress codes via posted signs or even bouncers who enforce it I find are usually pretentious clubs that I don't enjoy anyway. So its a pretty easy decision to go elsewhere.
I had nearly the exact same experience at Deans the last time I went. Door guy said no flip flops, I said oh okay I'll just hit Cheetah Pompano on my way home instead. His response was okay, this time you can come in. I left about 45 mins later and went to Cheetah anyway.