Visual Aesthetics
Wednesday, September 1, 2010 at 11:50PM I said I wasn't going to write about this. I changed my mind.
A few weeks back, a good friend and well-known DJ who shall remain unnamed, asked me to host his weeknight party at a Manhattan venue. Sure, no problem. I'm honored.
I send the invite to a bunch of close friends. A bunch of people RSVP to say they're coming thru. I compile said list and send it to my boy, who will pass it along to the venue. Perfect.
I'm on the way to the club for midnite the evening of the party when my BBM blows up. It's one of my girls saying she and a friend of ours are at the venue. She was let in. Our friend was not.
"She's on my list," I insist. And she is. I double and triple check the lists for any event I do. I typed her name myself.
"Yeah, no," my girl says. "Hurry. She's about to leave."














