It was a bloody hot day but with a little extra deodorant I got through it. The
Glen Island Harbour Club was great (good food, nice location [on the water], and attentive staff considering the large group we were). All was good until the extensively planned part ended.
Our party bus was pretty cool and had everything you could imagine, seating for 30, drinks, crazy disco lights--even a stripper pole--and trust me, we milked our money's worth out of it. Sadly, I cannot say that about the club we ended up at. Initially we were supposed to go to a place called the
Copacabana (yes, as in the Rod Stewart song). However, the club was not open so we were told our tickets were good for this crappy club called the
Playhouse where the bouncer gave me a rougher rubdown than airport security. (Seriously, I'm gonna need therapy cause that guy touched me in places that
should not be explored by strangers.) We went in, stayed 10 minutes, left and went to our next stop.
Chelsea Piers was our final destination that we planned on going to around 4-something AM and staying at until the sunrise (around 6ish). However, about 5 minutes after putting down my bag, an undercover cop puts on his flashing lights and gets on the bullhorn and tells our group of 20-something to leave the premises. Back on the bus we go back home--defeated--but after hearing about fails from other groups (like being kicked out of other clubs for excessive puking) we felt slightly better to hear that we weren't the only ones to not have everything go according to plan... Partied with 60 MangoUnits and even got one of their numbers!
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| The Luxurious Copacabana |
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| The Pitiful Playhouse |
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