It's Saturday night in Chicago. Mark & I go to a club I've read about online called The Dragon Room. Concept is cool: mult-level with a sushi bar downstairs. But...
It feels like we're the first white guys to walk in there since 1996. All black dudes and chicks. You know that "do you mind if we dance with your dates" scene in Blues Brothers? Or the fraternity in Road Trip? Yeah, it was something like that.
But as a guy you can't just turn tail & run in such situations. You have to act cool, like you meant to do that & knew what you were getting into. So, drinks in hand, we went downstairs to see if we could get some sushi. The friendly black chick behind the bar says hello & then disappears, returning with the only white guy who worked in the place. "So she tells me you're looking for a white bar?" he asks.
Umm, yeah I guess we say. We must have looked real uncomfortable.
We ended up at a club called the Crobar. It was $20 at the door, and there was a vip line headed by an extremely gay man in a floral kimono and little John Lennon glasses. But the club was pretty good esp. for an American one, populated with beautiful people, the beautiful people. Mark & I were of course two of the most beautiful people there.
Posted by Alan at May 29, 2004 11:41 PM