So yesterday the ever so lovely Darlene asks me to work last night, this entailed "working the floor", which basically meant being her eyes and making sure that everyone was happy, having fun, making sure there was a smooth transition from one party to another at 11pm, which was always going to be a bit crazy, but nothing compared to what I witnessed last night.
Well first of all let me explain exactly who was at the club last night. We had three parties, the first was the Queer Eye birthday party for the ever so lovely Jai Rodriguez, this event was taking place in the BACK ROOM (the room EVERYONE wants) from 8 thru 11pm. Then at 11pm we had the Wayan Bros, in who's film "White Chicks" is premiering actually tonight, so they wanted to let off some steam with a few of their peeps. A few, more like a small fucking country.
Oh yeah and also, maybe because Darlene and her crazy staff are greedy, they book ANOTHER party, which kind of happens between the other two, but whom want as much special treatment (even though they were just CIVILIANS) as the others, so you can imagine where I'm going with this.
The evening started off slowly, I'm there walking around with my clipboard and a walkie-talkie that Darlene had given to me which I needed to correspond to Sasha with, who is the other club manager, adorable guy, very cute, very cheeky. It's funny people look at you differently when you have a walkie-talkie in your hands, honest they do, ask Moranis, he was there.
So there's Jai walking around, looking quite lonely, waiting for his guests to arrive. So around 9:30 ish it's getting busier, all Jai's guests, which is about right. Then the next thing we know the "civilian" party start to arrive, they seem a bit perplexed as to where they should be, so myself and Sasha explain that they are to be in the middle room as agreed, but then at 11 they may take themselves and they're guests through to the backroom. Now this may be all well and good, but then on my brief it says that once the Wayan Bros. people arrive that they can ALSO be in the back room. Now the back room is nice, but it is by NO MEANS the size of a fucking football field, so chaos was going to happen, that much was obvious.
Anyway basically the Wayans Bros. (but not the brothers) people decided at 10:30 that they couldn't wait any longer. Well I kept getting asked what was behind the curtain, people hate something preventing them to see what's on the other side, this could be a child or as last night showed, a grown up. So basically these people wanted in, and that's what they did. It was crazy, I've never seen anything like it, the poor hostess girls were getting knocked, banged, shoved, jesus those poor girls. I myself got whacked in the shoulder by one of the Wayan Bros. body guards who literally blocked out the light, he was that big.
Then of course the Wayans Bros. turn up in the biggest SUV you've seen in your life, shit it was huge. Of course they're presence was felt straight away, which meant more people wanted to be in the back, to the point where you just couldn't move. I for one stood at the back near Kyle and Rudolfo at the bar, it was safe and I had space there, which was good, what me with my claustrophobia and all.
So at one point I saw the elder Wayan Bros. standing near me looking very pissed off, he was with his manager I think, who I must say was a doll, really really nice guy, but the brother? yeah, no, rude, obnoxious, yelled at me because he said there was too much paparazzi in the club, to which I replied that we had certainly not let them in, as we had been forewarned that it was a totally free zone night as far as the paparazzi were concerned, but that the gentlemen in the red/striped shirt was in fact our in-house photographer. This didn't seem to make him happy, so off I went in search of paparazzie scum. And yes I found one, so I got one of our big boys to get him out, or at least make sure that he by no means GOT IN TO THE BACK ROOM. The next time I saw the Wayan Bros. his manager thanked me very much, but then the brother said that they're were still flashes going off, to which I then had to explain that they were normal people with their own personal cameras and that was impossible for me to do anything about that.
You know what fuck off man ok, you big fucking baby...aaarrggh, what a wanker.
Well at least his other brother seemed to be having fun.
It was nice to see all of the Queer Eye gang there to celebrate Jai's birthday, they were sweet. I wanted to talk to them all, but never got the chance, I was either carrying cakes, placating spoilt celebrities, talking to Demmy (god he likes to talk that man), taking Jai's presents back and forth to the office, making sure Ashley was ok and generally just trying to stop one set of group from killing another.
"Your just walking the floor, it's easy". Famous last fucking words Darlene. Actually you know what, I'm tired today, in fact I'm exhausted, but I had a blast last night, I went with the flow, made some decisions, stuck to them, didn't get in trouble and I think it was a good night.
Then again Jai was a bit pissed that 400 homeboys totally barged on his party, don't blame him really.
Oh yeah and also to top it all off, two detectives turn up around 1ish this morning to get the surveillance tapes from the front door from 8:30 until 9:30 as someone had been shot in the subway on 23rd Street and they thought he might of ran past our door, so we had that to deal with.
Phew this nightclub work is exhausting.
Ok I gotta call Con Ed and Time Warner Cable, then I'm going to hit the sun deck. Yeah I know I should workout, but to be honest my shoulder really is killing me, not sure how much I could do really. Then again I could do some leg work...we'll see.
God I've just remembered I have a party to go to tonight, my friend Sean, it's his birthday today, oh god, give me a night in please.
Yeah I shouldn't jinx myself, the phone will stop next week, and then i'll be pissed.