SelfAbsorbed.ME : ‘It’s Your Life, We Just Write it Funnier’

Those of you interested in reading more about Made in Italy’s weekly party can do so here at a review I wrote for PMBuzz.com, complete with pictures.

Recently, I was taken aside by a friend who pointed out that considering the title of my blog, perhaps I should attempt to party more at model hangouts as opposed to places where I can ogle hot foreign guys. Business over pleasure. I begrudgingly agreed. I mean, I can’t write about Pink Elephant forever. Speaking of which, Pink’s celebrating its three-year anniversary this week – details below.

So last night I veered away from my normal stomping grounds. Being out on a Tuesday was a kind of novelty in itself. First we hit Cipriani’s Upstairs, where don’t worry – absolutely nothing has changed. Giuseppe was there with his usual mix of businessmen and models (with out his son this time). Foreign promoters were there, most of who passed the night nervously rearranging everyone’s seating arrangement at their table, attempting to showcase hot girls in front and an appropriate man-woman ratio. What happens to these poor promoters if they have one too many men too near a bottle of champagne? Are they instantly fired? I wouldn’t be surprised.

Next we swung over to Goldbar. It was still early, so I enjoyed viewing the establishment’s stunning art collection for the first time sober.

In broad terms, Goldbar pisses me off. The door’s extremely tight and the place is never packed. They’re super snoody and won’t let patrons take pictures inside, and no, I don’t think this is to protect the artwork (I really doubt they’re hanging paintings that valuable in place where people come to get shitfaced and often climb/fall into the walls). I guess Goldbar’s just really paranoid someplace else will copy their gold skull décor, really the only thing Goldbar has to distinguish itself from every other wanna-be bar in the city. I also happen to think Goldbar’s music sucks, and the DJ works purely off a little Apple computer similar to mine. You’d think if the place could afford a thousand gold skulls they could scrape together the money for a decent DJ booth and stereo system, but no. And considering the outrageously overpriced drinks, you’d also think they’d be able to hire a real DJ, someone who knew how to play something other than bad eighties pop tunes. I’ve just never been a fan of Goldbar’s energy. Granted after enough champagne I was doing the ‘head nod’ dancing in my chair thing a bit. Still, I wasn’t sad to leave.

Our last stop was Tenjune. Tuesday’s apparently the ‘it’ night and when I entered, I was blown away. It’s been so long since I’ve been to a party playing hip-hop music that the whole clubbing experience began to feel like a novelty. Literally everywhere I go out in the city plays house or a house-based mix with rock. At Tenjune, everyone was rocking out to Kanye West and clearly loving it. It was just so…American. And as we all had predicted, there were models everywhere. You could round up various ‘looks’ by the dozen. So men in search of models, your quest ends here. Tenjune’s door also didn’t seem particularly strict to me, so even if you’re not a model I don’t think you’d have any issues getting in. The place was annoyingly overcrowded, but the energy was noteworthy. And when you’re being forced to rub against a lot of six foot one Slovak girls, who’s complaining about being shoved around a little? Everyone seemed generally good-natured considering the lack of space, definitely a friendlier, younger atmosphere than Pink.

Tenjune’s music quality actually surprised me. I thought hip-hop tunes would dominate all night, but the DJ actually mixed in some Motown, excellent eighties remixes and even a few of my favorite house tunes. Yes, I still bailed at 2 am. But at least I attempted to broaden my horizons and managed to have some deep conversations about New York relationships with an older and wiser friend. A report on that part of the evening is to come…

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