Reporting Live from Southside
Having friends in town often means you’re required to take them out, baller-style. As I escorted a good friend of mine around Manhattan in a merry-go-round whirl of old and new hot spots, I found myself increasingly bored with the ‘scene’ and decided to Live Twitter my night as a result. Those of you who don’t already follow me on Twitter and want to can do so here.
Here’s a rough sketch of what I was going through.
10:31pm Back in da CITY
In the trunk of a car service driving through Manhattan. Time to rage
Now at Southside. The great news about my going out outfit is that I’m elasto waist pants
Talking in Circles, band, must look up
I want to start wearing hats / I’m finally starting to get why girls dig guys in bands
The promoter I’m with seems really open to fat girls being a part of his entourage. Maybe NYC is changing for the better
1:42am Why is it that the 40y olds at clubs are always the crazies jumping up and down?
Spinning imaginary DJ tables in the air while dancing – not cool
Let’s pause here for a moment to elaborate that if you’re sober enough in a club to send somewhat coherent texts into Twitter, everyone else’s dance moves begin looking pretty ridiculous. Guys, don’t spin imaginary DJ tables as a dance move. It really only works if you’re an actual DJ.
Anyway, at this point in my Twitter-fest I was at a locale I’ve been meaning to write about for sometime, a new club called Southside. It’s in Goldbar zone (Nolita), has hosted bands like MGMT, is apparently uber exclusive and had an amazing Halloween party. They also have a kick-ass website.
Well, my disappointment was immense. I believe I’ve written before about how nothing in New York is really ‘new.’ Southside falls into this category with a rude clunk. Ever heard of underground Bar Martignetti? The swanky spot bellow Bella’s on Broome Street? Someone inserted a disco ball, hired an expert re-brander, and now formerly chill Bar Martignetti is red rope-level club Southside. It’s New York magic.
This fern wallpaper might be new, but I wouldn’t put any money on it.
It’s hard to take such a highly reputed club seriously after you realize it’s just a disco ball-ified space you’d been to one hundred times before to enjoy a casual beer. No one else seemed bothered, as people were raging.
I was always a fan of the Bar Martignetti feel: the checkered floors, the paintings, nooks and crannies. This brasserie style didn’t translate into an ambiance where jumping up and down to Jay-Z seemed like a good idea to me. But what do I know? It seemed to work for everybody else.
The remainder of my Twittered night:
“Is English your native language? Tell the truth.” I’m live twittering my night if that’s yet to become obvious.
I think this is in reference to someone who was talking to us who we couldn’t understand.
2:07am In the trunk of an SUV again. Ppl take down ur Christmas trees!!! It’s over
My best friend and the guy with us are talking about law school.. Laaaaaame
New York from the perspective of a backwards SUV trunk is somewhat different
I feel like cabs are tailgating us
I think from a backwards perspective, this would always seem like the case…
FYI Sam Adams Light is disgusting
It’s amazing to me that a rapper became famous off the word ‘lollipop’ alone
Three guesses at what song was playing here.
3:24am Lesbians in animal print. Recipe for disaster.
Fade out. The coherency ends.
Moral: if you want to see something new, or are just looking for some kind of innovative deisgn or surprise, Southside is the wrong place to be.
Tags: clubs, drinking, Mini Reviews, partying, twitter
