Sunday, June 22, 2003
Weeks 27 & 28 - Harry Potter 5
My friend works for Scholastic (The Harry Potter Company). She helped run
the unveiling of Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix at the Toys R Us
in Times Square on June 20-21 midnight. She was on TV.
Afterwards there's this party at some swank club (Anju's in the
village I think it was) and I invited myself along (sorry about that Tina)
and I meet Tina and her friend at the door. I was instructed to say that I
was 'Alison's guest for Angel's birthday party'. There is a velvet rope
outside specifically designed to keep people like me out. I am not cool
enough to attend this party or go inside this club.
But I'm with Tina and Angel herself, and they can't really reject the
birthday girl.
Still determined to make me feel like a jerk, the bouncer informs me with as
much disdain as he can muster that the cover charge is $20. There's no
band, no performance inside, that's just the price cool people pay to be
cool together and drink themselves rad.
I immediately ascertain that this astronomical cover charge is designed to
intimidate me, and I must confess, I wasn't exactly dressed to kill. I had
just come from a rehearsal, and I was dressed like Greg Brady.
Nevertheless:
WHAT SHOULD HAVE HAPPENED:
Bouncer In Expensive Suit Wearing Ponytail: 'The cover's twenty.'
Me: 'Here's two hundred. Go buy yourself a tie that's not off the sales
rack at S&K, fatass.'
WHAT ACTUALLY HAPPENED:
Bouncer In Expensive Suit Wearing Ponytail: 'The cover's twenty.'
Me: 'Wow! Twenty dollars! That's expensive! I'm not sure I have that
much - oh wait, I have my emergency twenty dollars. Here you go!'
Inside, I buy the birthday girl one drink and suddenly I'm done for the
night. Dead broke.
We go downstairs to another set of velvet ropes. Angel informs the
gatekeeper that she's the birthday girl. No dice. She must be cleared by
'Alison.' Another security specialist bulging out of his Armani suit
sternly informs us we can't wait in the hallway. Its a fire code violation.
So is my polyester jacket, a-hole, you don't see me making a fuss.
Anyway, after twenty minutes of 80s Michael Jackson hits Alison appears and
grants us entry into the ultra cool sublair.
Whoopee.
Broke, deaf and super-sweaty inside my jacket, this mega-stud (me, in case
you haven't been following along) does what any hot twenty-something would
do in the same situation. He goes straight home and snuggles up with Harry
Potter 5.
I am pleased to report that Harry does not discriminate against the poor.
Ron and Hermione wear hand me downs and Harry doesn't think any less of
them. Ah, fiction. ¶ 6:58 PM
the unveiling of Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix at the Toys R Us
in Times Square on June 20-21 midnight. She was on TV.
Afterwards there's this party at some swank club (Anju's in the
village I think it was) and I invited myself along (sorry about that Tina)
and I meet Tina and her friend at the door. I was instructed to say that I
was 'Alison's guest for Angel's birthday party'. There is a velvet rope
outside specifically designed to keep people like me out. I am not cool
enough to attend this party or go inside this club.
But I'm with Tina and Angel herself, and they can't really reject the
birthday girl.
Still determined to make me feel like a jerk, the bouncer informs me with as
much disdain as he can muster that the cover charge is $20. There's no
band, no performance inside, that's just the price cool people pay to be
cool together and drink themselves rad.
I immediately ascertain that this astronomical cover charge is designed to
intimidate me, and I must confess, I wasn't exactly dressed to kill. I had
just come from a rehearsal, and I was dressed like Greg Brady.
Nevertheless:
WHAT SHOULD HAVE HAPPENED:
Bouncer In Expensive Suit Wearing Ponytail: 'The cover's twenty.'
Me: 'Here's two hundred. Go buy yourself a tie that's not off the sales
rack at S&K, fatass.'
WHAT ACTUALLY HAPPENED:
Bouncer In Expensive Suit Wearing Ponytail: 'The cover's twenty.'
Me: 'Wow! Twenty dollars! That's expensive! I'm not sure I have that
much - oh wait, I have my emergency twenty dollars. Here you go!'
Inside, I buy the birthday girl one drink and suddenly I'm done for the
night. Dead broke.
We go downstairs to another set of velvet ropes. Angel informs the
gatekeeper that she's the birthday girl. No dice. She must be cleared by
'Alison.' Another security specialist bulging out of his Armani suit
sternly informs us we can't wait in the hallway. Its a fire code violation.
So is my polyester jacket, a-hole, you don't see me making a fuss.
Anyway, after twenty minutes of 80s Michael Jackson hits Alison appears and
grants us entry into the ultra cool sublair.
Whoopee.
Broke, deaf and super-sweaty inside my jacket, this mega-stud (me, in case
you haven't been following along) does what any hot twenty-something would
do in the same situation. He goes straight home and snuggles up with Harry
Potter 5.
I am pleased to report that Harry does not discriminate against the poor.
Ron and Hermione wear hand me downs and Harry doesn't think any less of
them. Ah, fiction. ¶ 6:58 PM
