Dancing on Beds

I'm sure Duvet used to be a cool club when it first opened in 2004, but after Fabolous' friend got stabbed there last year, getting into the club on Friday night was such a hassle.

The bouncers outside were total line Nazis. "Two lines! Move up!" Dude, if I move up any more, I'm going to spoon with the girl in front of me. And what if you came with an odd number of people? You'd have to pair up with a stranger.

I usually judge a club by the type of crowd it attracts. As we stood in line, a guy walked up to the men's line next to us in a white pimp suit (and when I say 'pimp,' I don't mean pimp in a cool way; I mean a stereotypical suit that pimps wear), donning a feathered hat and aviator glasses. That's strike one. Then as we were inching our way closer to the velvet ropes, a group of men and women in their fourties or fifties bypassed the lines and got right in. Strike two and three (one woman was sporting Nike tennis shoes).

When we finally got in, butchy female security guards searched our purses and even opened people's wallets and upzipped the compartments. They scanned the metal detector around my body and patted me down. I think I'd feel safer flying if they worked for TSA. But hey, at least now I know I can start a fight in Duvet and not get stabbed or shot.

The inside was nicely decorated with a bunch of people lying and dancing on beds. I liked dancing there because it's spacious and didn't require me to throw elbows, plus it wasn't stuffy. A photographer went around taking pics of people. It's always fun to watch girls act like they're on a photo shoot. One girl made the guy take multiple solo shots of her doing her best Blue Steel look...she wasn't quite at Magnum yet. I guess it doesn't matter what kind of crowd is at a club since the company that I'm with are always fun and there's always interesting people to watch.