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  1. GEEEEEEZ!!!

    I can't even really respond to that because I've been clubbing in this city for 7 years now and have yet to experience anyone pissing me off that badly to say such a thing.

    I LOVE guidos (for lack of a better term - I would take offense to someone speaking fondly of "niggers" in that way). They are so much fun to watch, and even fondle from time to time. LOL The ones I've seen don't bother anyone aside from maybe getting too fucked up on that G. There's a YouTube clip on dude's blog, entry July 11th, from Neptune's that is exactly what I'm talkin about. :laugh: They're just dancin and havin a good time, what's the problem?! I love everyone though, especially when I'm enjoying myself and so is everyone else. The people make the fucking party!!

    I guess it's all about your attitude...but for me it's primarily about the music. It also depends on which party and which crowd, I can't say that I've been to a JP party lately, but I did notice a bit of a difference there (though I had no less fun).

    I should also note that Rob says that 95% of bouncers hate house music so you could see where his exasperation comes into play. LOL

  2. it's been over for ages. Pretty lame now, plus they don't even accept AMEX so you have to pay with inferior credit cards. Most of the people on this board are tools, so if you fit the mold, for sure celebrate there.

    You are a MESS. :laugh:

    I haven't been there in a minute, I think Disciple is still doing parties there every two weeks or so? Guaranteed good music from him.

  3. I've never really understood the interboro hatin that goes on, if you wanna come out and have a good time, then you should do so, as long as you know how to act. And all of the people I've met or hang out with certainly do.

    But the one thing that he talks about in the book is the cycle that a club goes through - first are the celebs and big spenders at the height of its popularity, then it deteriorates into the kind of place that HAS to accomodate the B&T crowds just to stay afloat and make money.

    I personally go where my fave DJs are spinning, fuck all the other bullshit. Like Danny is at Shelter this week, that's where I will be. When he was at Spirit I was there, Crobar; I was at Crobar, Pacha; I was at Pacha. You have your crazy types in the crowd, but that's what makes it interesting and fun for a people watcher like me!

  4. I'm gonna go with Spirit, which opened to huge fanfare as the old Twilo space, and I've been there many a time myself - especially for Danny's parties! He also mentions going down the street if you weren't let in (the B&T crowd wasn't allowed in at first). LOL

    He reminds me so much of Johnathan, a devilishly handsome, muscled and curly-haired bouncer from Vinyl (I *love* him) who has made many of those observations himself, right down to the guido shuffle Rob details in two pages of the book. Johnathan once said, "They do a hop, a skip, and a jump!" :laugh::laugh:

    Gonna go check the blog now, see if he posted the pics from the signing yet!

  5. I'm already more than halfway through and I just started it yesterday! It is SO good, he is a terrific writer. Well worth the admission price. I'll post some of my fave parts tomorrow, I've already emailed 9 of my friends about it!

    I've been reading the blog for about a year and can't even remember how I heard about it - probably over the publishing wire when the deal was announced.

    Here's one though, he's talking about the fight that broke out one night and he's being radioed to come assist:

    An hour or so later: "Side bar! Side bar! Side bar! Side bar!"

    Everyone was already outside by the time I fought my way up the VIP stairs and out to the side bar. One group had been taken out near side door, into the adjacent alleyway, and the other had been dragged out the front. I fell in line with a group of bouncers who were on their way to help with whatever was happening at the side door. Migs was in the alley, questioning the customer who had apparently thrown the first punch.

    "What happened?" he asked.

    "Bro, you see this?" the customer said, displaying a prominent wet stain on the side of his pant leg.

    "So? You're wet. Why'd you throw a punch?"

    "Yo, he pissed on me!"

    "Huh?"

    "That guy pissed on me! He unzipped his fuckin' pants and pissed on my leg. That's why I hit him. What the fuck would you do if someone pissed on you?"

    "Did he do it on purpose?"

    "How the fuck would I know? I'm standin' there talkin' to my girlfriend, and the next thing I know, my leg's wet, and he's standin' there pissin' on me. That motherfucker's lucky he ain't dead."

    "Did anybody see this?" Migs asked, looking to verify the story with a bouncer before making a decision.

    "Yo, nobody HAD to see it. I'm here with my girl, man. I ain't gonna fight with nobody. That motherfucker pissed on me. What would you do?"

    Migs considered this. "You know what? I believe this fucking guy. You don't wanna come back in like that, do you?"

    "Fuck no. I'm gonna go throw out these fuckin' pants and drive to fuckin' Staten Island in my underwear. Fuckin' two-hundred-dollar pair of jeans."

    Migs took out his radio. "Ray, you still got the guy who got hit?"

    "Yeah. He says he didn't do nothing."

    "Do me a favor. Tell him we got him pissin on this guy's leg on camera."

    After about thirty seconds, Ray came back on. "He said the line was too long, and he couldn't hold it anymore."

    The thing I was having trouble understanding was the sense of entitlement these people seemed to have, as if it was perfectly acceptable to demand whatever the hell they wanted as loudly and as forcefully as they could. Shit, most of them didn't even go so far as to demand it. The philosophy was this: simply do whatever the fuck you want, whenever you want, and when someone has the audacity to call you on it, you throw a tantrum. You curse. You scream. You piss on people's legs. You turn everything into a goddamned federal case where even the smallest of slights elicits a visceral reaction requiring the intervention of twenty or more angry men with radios and flashlights and frustration to spare.

    *dead* :laugh:

    Seen this MANY times, those motherfuckers move FAST...I saw a dude get SWOOPED by the neck about 20 feet and put out of VIP one night.

    I missed the signing cause of a fucking meeting that ran behind, I wonder if I've seen this cat before - he started working at a club that opened three or four years ago - Crobar or Spirit? Hmm. The club in the book is a ficticious "Axis"...

  6. I must have gotten there a little after 1, I wasn't thinking and shoulda been there early as SHIT! LOL

    I regret not going in, but I couldn't wait around that long as the club closes at 4 anyway, plus my ankle was bothering me. The crowd I saw outside was very good-looking, friendly and ready to party...I wonder how long they ended up waiting?

    I'll be sure to catch him next time at Pacha where the space is much more accomodating. :)

  7. I was at Barnes and Noble the other day and came across this book. It is sooooo good and I highly recommend it. I did some more searching on the author and came across this interview - and how she chose the character's name. I remember the threads about Casey on here and felt compelled to post.

    Q: How did you choose Casey Han's name?

    A: I began this novel shortly after September 11, 2001. I live in dowtown New York, not ten blocks from the World Trade Center. As little as a week before the bombing, my then three year old son and I were at the Borders located on the ground floor of the World Trade Center buying Thomas the Tank Engine books. This was our neighborhood shopping center, and Sam and I regularly went there to get chocolate rolls from Ecce Panis or to eat ramen at the food court.

    After the bombing, The New York Times published a series of brief obituaries with photographs of those who died. I could hardly read them, but now and then I tried. One day, I opened the section and saw a young Asian woman's face. Her first name was Casey. She was pretty with a beguiling expression - like someone you'd look forward to seeing at work. She had a Korean surname, and I'd never met a Korean with the given name Casey. I don't know anything about her except for what was on that brief obituary, but I named my character after this woman who died so close to where I live.

    (the interview continues) www.minjinlee.com/author/about_min

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    Casey Han's four years at Princeton gave her many things, "But no job and a number of bad habits." Casey's parents, who live in Queens, are Korean immigrants working in a dry cleaner, desperately trying to hold on to their culture and their identity. Their daughter, on the other hand, has entered into rarified American society via scholarships. But after graduation, Casey sees the reality of having expensive habits without the means to sustain them. As she navigates Manhattan, we see her life and the lives around her, culminating in a portrait of New York City and its world of haves and have-nots. FREE FOOD FOR MILLIONAIRES offers up a fresh exploration of the complex layers we inhabit both in society and within ourselves. Inspired by 19th century novels such as Vanity Fair and Middlemarch, Min Jin Lee examines maintaining one's identity within changing communities in what is her remarkably assured debut.

    Min Jin Lee will also be at the Asia Society this upcoming Tuesday for a talk and signing!

    Read a VERY generous excerpt (the first 50 pages - I went back and bought it the next day cause I HAD to have it after reading that!!!!) here:

    http://narrativemagazine.com/405/min.htm

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