Is there anything worse than standing in a line for a party? Much like the mighty sheep, you idle in the herd with a deer-in-the-headlights-like glare, praying for inclusion into an event you know little about yet.
Last night, I went through such an experience as I waited to get into the V Bar for the Quickbuck.com/Holio.net soirée. I watched as people surrounded the velvet rope with a glimmer in their eyes, only to be told the club wasn’t ready yet. I winced as the suited monkeys behind the rope asked everyone to file up in a line and wait for entry into a presumably empty club. But I wasn’t in yet so what did I know? I cringed as the guy started sloooooowly waving folks in one by one, eyeing each one for the coolness factor and letting the attractive and elite in before the Jo Schmos (er…me). I got ballsy and told the guy at the door I was with AVN and scheduled to cover the event for the mag and had other stuff to cover that night, only to be told to get back in line.
Then the line commander proceeds to tell half the line to come around to the other side and lets in 15 people right in front of the rest of us, smiling and laughing all the while. He then turns to us, gets a sour look on his face and walks in the club. What the fuck? This club better be packed to the gills to warrant this kind of snobbery, right? Finally monkey boy comes back to the line and slowly lets in the rest of us jerks.
I waltz into the V Bar only to discover there are only about 20 people in the club. All that for nothing. Just to be cool. Just to appear like there’s something happening when there ain’t. Of course, within an hour the place was packed and it was certainly a happening scene, man. But still. Am I alone in the theory that life would go a lot smoother if folks treated each other with a little respect… even in a line in front of a club…even in Vegas? Is a little humanity too much to ask for? Me says, no. No, it isn't.
...And that's one to grow on.
