It’s a New York nightlife staple: when things get rough, rename. I’ll spare our local club friends the embarrassment and not list the thirteen trillion examples that come to mind.
Yesterday, I found myself intrigued after receiving emails from both the folks at Marquee and promoter friends I knew announcing the debut of a ‘house music Wednesday’ inside the club’s private room called Room3.
“Huh?” I thought. “I don’t remember Marquee having a private room.”
Naturally, I let my imagination run haywire and was soon fantasizing about this hidden chamber I’d heard of but never been to. An unfulfilled mission. How had I missed it? Would there be a secret password? Morse code-like knock? Entrance through a liquor cabinet?
Yesterday, I found myself intrigued after receiving emails from both the folks at Marquee and promoter friends I knew announcing the debut of a ‘house music Wednesday’ inside the club’s private room called Room3.
“Huh?” I thought. “I don’t remember Marquee having a private room.”
Naturally, I let my imagination run haywire and was soon fantasizing about this hidden chamber I’d heard of but never been to. An unfulfilled mission. How had I missed it? Would there be a secret password? Morse code-like knock? Entrance through a liquor cabinet?
1 comments:
ahhh sounds tempting...ever been to the tiny room in hotel gavinsport?? its like an alice in wonderland vip room..
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