Monday, June 25, 2007

The Social Right & The Social Left

On Friday, I went to a club called La Boucarou in the East Village for a birthday party. I need this place explained to me. It was such a shit show. First of all, luckily we get there early enough that we didn't have to wait in line. Yes there were velvet ropes. Nothing sends me screaming in the other direction quite like velvet ropes.[1] Ok, so the décor was unoriginal, you weren’t even allowed to sit unless you bought a bottle, the music sucked. Not even like bad southern hip hop sucked, like Fergie sucked. To make matters even worse, a huge percentage of the tools there were for a white party. These kids were acting like big balers at the lame club, with bad music, wearing white pants, white blazers and white shoes.

So my question to the people who run this establishment, work the door and the kids in the white… why this place? Why should someone wait in line for shit decour, lame music, expensive drinks, douchy uncreative kids? And don’t say because of the girls that were there because frankly there weren’t that many girls there let alone good looking ones. This is why my friends don’t go to these types of places.

This weekend I went to my first MMA event. It was Cage Fury Fighting Championship. Which is about as cheesy as the term extreme sports or half the names for all of the professional wrestling leagues. Any way before I talk about the fight a few observations on the people at this thing and remember its Atlantic City, New Jersey:

The Males

  • Flat rimmed baseball hats
  • Cursing
  • Ogling and discussing what they would do to certain females
  • Drunk
  • Tons of people claiming to be friends with one or more of the fighters
  • Wearing t shirts from the fighters, their gyms or UFC guys
  • Club hair
  • Diamond earrings
  • Thick accents, even if they have never been to New York

The Females

  • Played the gender role of the hunted
  • Short skirts
  • Shorter cut shirts
  • Comically large implants
  • Stripper heels
  • Drunk
  • Hair coloring in various streaks and colors
  • Hanging on a guy with all of the above

Now as you can probably guess this isn’t my type of people from either gender, but I have to admit I had a great time with them. I like to think I’m hip in my own way and a dork in my own way. The people at the event probably didn’t understand me either and I am totally cool with that.

The crowd was actually a larger age range than I expected. Everything from dad's with kids, to older men, teenagers, college kids, twenty something’s, thirty something’s and the biggest surprise (though in retrospect shouldn't have been) was the number of cougars.[2] There were also a lot of fights in the stands probably about five on the night. The first being the best as it happened before, during and after the security got there. What made it even funnier was that it was too 45+ year old white guys, with guts.

The fights themselves weren’t the best I had ever seen, especially the first 3 that went the distance. They also took way to long between the fights to actually get things going, thus causing more beer drinking. Which, of course, I had no problem with.

We were there to see Kimbo Slice, of street fighting/youtube fame.[3] He fought Ray Mercer and beat him less than 40 seconds in the first round by a choke. I was hoping for an all standing fight but Kimbo learned some ground technique and Mercer clearly didn’t. So there goes that idea.

Once the fight was over again we went to the casino where I went to win about a grand. I went on a fantastic blackjack run while singing “the devil came out to play” and dancing wit h my friend who was cheering me on and pressuring me into betting $100 bets. Yeah, we looked like drunk idiots, but the people at the table loved us.

The weirdest part was when we left the casinos in the morning to head back to the city, we saw a cloud of smoke raising above the city that was stretched for what looked like a mile. I had never seen anything like it before. Some guy on the radio reported it as a dumpster fire, but according to a local paper it was coming from the Casino Control Commission. Thankfully no injuries were reported. To the right is a picture my friend took on his phone while we were driving home.

You can pretty much say that if I am the center of a my personality spectrum. On Friday night I hung out with the right wing and on Saturday I hung out with the left wing. I’m not sure I have ever had both like that before. I was at a false trendy place and then a place full of mongrels. The only thing they have in common is that they all think they are ballers and they go out to these clubby type places. Well I guess we can agree to disagree. Either way, I love casinos.

In other great news, the North Siders swept the White Sox at US Cellular this week taking the series 5 to 1 this year. Now they just have to keep this momentum going.



[1] Of course like all shit show clubs that line is only meant for the males

[2] Cougar (as defined by urbandictionary.com)- An older woman who frequents clubs in order to score with a much younger man. The cougar can be anyone from an overly surgically altered wind tunnel victim, to an absolute sad and bloated old horn-meister, to a real hottie or milf. Cougars are gaining in popularity -- particularly the true hotties -- as young men find not only a sexual high, but many times a chick with her shit together.

[3] http://www.youtube.com/results?search_query=kimbo+slice&search=




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