My Rochelle forwarded a press invite to a new online TV show. It was at a trendy new bar and promised appetizers and drinks.
I am not so trendy...so I decided to call the bar to find out exactly where it was.
I dialed and dialed. Turns out the number of the invitation was wrong.
THAT WAS MY FIRST CLUE
or perhaps an omen.
I arrived at the event and was not exactly sure where the "LIFT" (name of the BAR) was. I had the address and there was a long line of valet cars, so I just got in line
I spent more time waiting in line to retrieve my car than I did at the party.
I finally figured out where the entrance was. The doorman pointed me inside.
On the left was a sloppy stack of boxes with different labels. There was an office building elevator ahead.
I was not sure where to go.
I asked the doorman where the bar was? He looked at me like I was a complete idiot (how did he know so quickly?) and then he condescendingly said: TAKE THE ELEVATOR.
THE BAR IS NAMED FOR THE ELEVATO..GET IT? A LIFT
As the door opened, the access was completely blocked by a couple conversing. A hostess person asked them to move over. They seemed to not hear her. (It was loud--maybe they really did not hear her) The hostess took the man's arm and guided him into the room.
Then the hostess handed me a small cardboard box. It looked like a tiny present in a cheap box. She said, "I don't know..maybe the tickets are for a drawing at the end..so you may want to save yours."
I LATER LEARNED THE TICKETS WERE DRINK TICKETS
Food always helps--so I went looking for the promised appetizers. I finally found a man slowly passing about three dozen slices to about 300 hundred people. Since I am allergiv to shellfish, I asked him if there was fish in the sushi. He said no. Luckily, a nearby girl who had just had a piece said .."There is Crab."
SHE SAVED MY LIFE.
I decided to leave. I mean if the hostess does not know the drink tickets are drink tickets and the server does not know what was in the food, I just hoped the valet still knew where my car was.
I walked down the stairs ( no elevator on the back exit way out) hoping the valet had been slow enough not to yet have parked my car.
I spent more time in the valet line than I did at the party. When they finally found my car, they had obviously moved the visor where I keep my glasses.
DRIVE WITHOUT GLASSES?
I knew that was a bad idea. So I stayed where the valet had parked my car and starting looking for my glasses. They are big and red. Should be easy to find. But it wasnt't. Everyone started honking.
I went home and had dinner at the wonderful bistro across the street--Amuse.
Great burger, nice ambiance, and friendly servers. I wished I had never left the neighborhood