My friend and I are diehard Crue fans, so we had to go to check out his set. As it turns out, we pretty much were met with what we expected: Tommy playing your typical club music that I typically hate, prentention, outrageous drink prices ($9 for a f@#king vodka with Sprite) and groupie chicks.
Tommy's myspace listed his set time as 11:30, but of course we knew that wouldn't be the case. He finally appeared at about 1am, which is about when NYC clubs are approaching their peak crowds. Being that I am not into the repetitive thumps of house music, or whatever genre it is, I got burnt out on the sounds soon into the set.
We attempted to get upstairs where our beloved Tommy was, but security was pretty tight about letting people up. We didn't have the bracelets that were provided by those in-the-know in this random club I'd never heard of before, and we were feeling lazy, so we gave up pretty quickly.
We went outside for a smoke. When we were done, we waited by the velvet rope to be let back into the club. Security was either ignoring us or didn't see us, and so we got impatient and just let ourselves back in. They made a beeline for us and told us to go back behind the rope until they deemed it time to let us re-enter. I looked at the guy and asked if he was serious. He said he was.
The problem here is that I don't respect this place and the authority these guys are given to control who enters and who is denied. So what I saw in front of me was just some random guy bossing me around, not an almighty security guard who I had to obey and impress. But since I wasn't overly obnoxious, just confused, he took the time to explain himself. "Look," he said, "Our job is solely to let people in and out. If others see you going in as you please, everyone will do it and it'll be chaos." OK. That I understood. He let us go in, without making us go back to the other side.
After a few moments back inside we decided to leave. The place was crowded wall to wall. Being that I'm used to the mosh pit scene, my first instinct was to start shoving. When I realized these people aren't as callous to being pushed around as I am, I stopped and did my best to get back outside without incident.
I was fine with the experience. I mean, we wanted to make sure it was sucky and it was, so now we know. Anyway, here are some pictures:
