Sunday, January 26, 2006 - 7:30 PM
The Conga Room
I know two Editorials in the same day is simply unheard of, but I really need to comment on our experience at The Conga Room last night. It was a party to celebrate DJ Quick's Independent Label Release & as well The Alkoholics' Album Release and it was supposed to be a great time. The place was packed and I was excited about getting some good pics and meeting some new industry people. But the end-result of the situation is that we didn't get in, and were harassed without warrant in the process. After experiencing parking drama, the promoter, Skinny (yup, I'm puttin' you out there), not answering his phone when we finally got to the door, and being hassled by security out front, we said "fuck it" and took our frustrated asses elsewhere.
As you read, there were three elements to the ultimate failure of our mission. The first was the parking drama. Now, I don't usually valet 'when working 'cause there's usually close parking for little money or free. I mean, I generally don't get paid to cover these events, and I'm at too many of them each week to valet every time. So, automatically I parked in a nearby lot that was packed with folks lined up to put money in an automatic parking meter to avoid being towed. Well, the meter was trippin' and I had no patience for it, especially 'cause it was freezing cold and we were already late to the door (I was supposed to be there for 10PM and it was 10:20). Finally, I found parking on a nearby residential street, but moving the car caused me to get to the door at 10:40. Skinny, the promoter warned me about getting there after 10:30, "we've been filled to capacity for the past three events", but sometimes shit just happens. Anyway, when I called him at 10:15 to let him know I was parking the car, he said "why don't you just valet?" Whatever, Man, are you paying me??
So, the second element was him not answering his damn phone all of a sudden. See, when I called him back at 10:40 (when finally at the door) I got nuthin'. And, why when I asked the dude with control over the velvet rope about Skinny he told me he needed a "real name"? Hell, that's the only name I had. Don't these mothafuckas communicate? Anyway, it was most likely because the line was around the corner and he didn't have control over the door at that point. My thing is, "just say so". I'm a grown woman, in business, and I can completely understand such a situation. Although, another possible reason I didn't hear from him is because we'd initially only communicated via email and when I called him he expressed that he thought I was a guy. Hellooo? D-O-N is the guy name, D-A-W-N is the girl. But, admittedly, and to his credit, he probably only knew of me as D.K., which is obviously androgynous. And, the assumption is valid because in this predominantly male business, my being a guy was probably expected. And, oh my God, that's a whole other story. Women in this business rarely get proper acknowledgement or respect from their male counterparts. Please believe that I'll be speaking on that issue real soon. I'm so over it!
The third and final straw was the fake -ass security out front actin' like fuckin Robocop. This is typical behavior for security at clubs and it's so ridiculous. What is the deal with these fools anyway? They act like they're out there protecting the President of the United States. "You need to move from here. This is MY domain!", is what this Temptation reject said to my Security, amateur boxer Andrae "Drae" Carthron. Those of you who have seen me out, may know who I'm speaking of. My Security, Drae, is a very muscular, lean, handsome dude who is usually standing near me, watching my back in a very quiet and unassuming manner. Well, last night he was approached directly by this dude (mid 40s sporting a flat-top and a tight black turtle neck sweater) who got in his face very threateningly. He completely ignored me, obviously because I'm just a "woman". "If he would have caught me in 96' he would have gotten slapped in his head with a damn bottle" was Drae's reaction. He also said he felt threatened and pressured. Now, what if Drae wasn't "reformed"? I bet this fool was just waiting for somebody to challenge him so he could use force, or even get the cops involved. He seemed like the type of old-school dude who has issues with Hip Hop and, so-called Hip Hop thugs, which Drae could easily pass for. What a joke. I too had to tighten my lips and refrain from speaking out to this fecurity guard who Drae referred to as "Rinky Dink Ass Security". I hate to see people abuse their "power". It's so obvious that they are compensating for something else lacking in their life, or their inner self. Their egos need serious checkin' and if they aren't careful they'll come face to face with their worst nightmare--a Nigga who just don't give a fuck.
Okay, so the real lesson to this is to be on time to club events. After all, I was warned so how could I be mad, right? Well, I'm over it now and looking forward to the next event. I hope ya'll appreciate all this hard-work we're doing to bring you what's good on The West. And, even if you don't we love doing it, so it doesn't even matter. All we hope is that these wanna-be-cops, power-hungry weenies, or whatever you want to call 'em, recognize that they are only giving themselves a bad name and gain no respect by bullying people who are undeserving of such treatment. Fucking Bastards.
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