Box Gets Busted

As if Giuseppe’s tax evasion fine and the threat of Cipriani’s losing its liquor license didn’t put a big enough damper on the summer, now local downtown hotspot The Box has been raided by the NYPD. Full Page Six story here. Apparently, no one was allowed to leave the club and police searched patrons. I think that’s every club-goers worst nightmare. A cop in your face checking your ID in the middle of the night while your shaking your booty to Timbaland is a major buzz kill. This exact raid scenario was a reoccurring nightmare of mine when I was partying underage in NYC with a chalked extra US Passport of mine that said I was twenty-four. And even though I’ve progressed to past legal drinking age, this paranoia hasn’t gone away. I still feel like I might get caught and grounded in a juvenile detention center whenever I’m having a good time.

I’m interested to see if The Box will drop on New Yorker’s hip meter after this embarrassing scenario. I’m sure glad I missed this run-in with the law, although I’d love to have seen the policemen’s expressions when they burst in and busted the joint. I wonder if they entered during the S&M stunt with the Russian twins or during the singing transvestite solo (he lifts and swaggers beer bottles between his ass cheeks). Monday I’ll start asking around and try to find out...