Since I’m talking about being thrown off, let me take a minute to talk to the tired promoter of that piece of day party at Blu a thing or two. Sir, be lucky I don’t know his name (neither did anyone else, for that matter) or you would be good and blasted. I didn’t have a problem with being turned away from that empty boots party. It took everything inside of me to drag myself to the door when I saw that the Family Dollar lot wasn’t even full. But in the midst of a day party fail, you laugh in somebody’s face when you do it. The crowd was so skeet that the whole club was empty besides folks perched in the VIP. What’s the point of VIP, when there is not a single soul in general admission? It’s just a bunch of regular folks sitting in booths. I promise, it was so empty that if the back door was open, I could see all the way over to Kingshighway from the front door. Veteran promoters, school the new folks on decorum so they don’t get dealt with harshly.
