Jennifer Jean Lee

“Dress Code: Dress Code strictly enforced-No Casual Clothing Jeans must be neat and presentable, No Sneakers or Tennis Shoes, No Athletic Apparel, No T-Shirts, No Caps, Hats, Beanies, or Headgear, No Baggy Clothing, No Cargo Pants, No Tank Tops, No Sleeveless Shirts, No Open Toed Shoes or Sandals & No Fubu Allowed.”

This code instigated a frantic six hour search for the slick but not cheap looking sexy black dress (from the sales section). In addition to the sexy black heels to go with the dress, well… not really heels since they weren’t even 3 inches high. Regardless, they were high enough for me. But yes, six hours…. I just happened to realize (on the day of) that I had no appropriate outfit for the club that I was going to called On Broadway for a friend’s birthday. When I inquired about the dress code over a aim conversation the response was:

B-day Girl: Dress code: no flip flops tshirts or cargo pants. We’re on the VIP list! Its high class baby!
Me: … o__o;

So I might have had thoughts to wear the cargo pants and possibly the flip-flops. Actually, this was exactly what I was going to wear to go clubbing that night. *doh* Fortunately, my wardrobe gained a level with the dress-code-friendly outfit and all was well. There was also the realm of make-up, but not going to go into that. =_=;

The Nightclub was pretty swank with 5 unique “rooms of music” to dance in. There was the main dance floor “15,000 square feet 100,000 watts of booming sound, & 20,000 watts of intelligent lighting” (according to flyer), Karma Lounge (hip hop), Ultra Lounge (80’s), Gallery Bar (R&B), and The Vault. It totally shattered the shady/sketchy image that I had meticulously formed in my imagination of what the interior of a nightclub would look like. Yes. I was quiet impressed. After exploring all the rooms and having some sex on the beach, a 4 hour long epic dancing/fun followed.

Overall it was an excellent experience - other than uh… the “interesting” encounters, but those encounters are most likely inevitable in any club setting. My feet were killing me by the end of the night. I have a new found respect for girls who can dance well in high heels. Until the next time I go clubbing, I’ll practice walking in my heels. Hopefully, the next time I go I’ll have a date! >_< b

Here is some interesting history of the building.