OT, Clubbing Stories

[Jeffrey]

Oh man bringing back some memories.. at some point, I was there from 10pm to 6 or 7am.

Tunnel
Limelight
Sound Factory
Webster Hall

After that... drive back to Brooklyn and grab something to eat at Vegas Diner.

[MrDollarBills]

Webster Hall can't get no love?

i won the friday night amateur strip show there once, around 2001, i loved that basement.

I think I remember smoking in the basement with a bunch of other people as one of my friends performed there that night. I think this was like '06. Fun time

[Jeffrey]

Oh man bringing back some memories.. at some point, I was there from 10pm to 6 or 7am.

Tunnel
Limelight
Sound Factory
Webster Hall

After that... drive back to Brooklyn and grab something to eat at Vegas Diner.

I think Tunnel was the first time that I was in a bathroom that no one give a sh.it. It was just surreal for me where everyone would just take a leak in this big ass salt tub and girls/guys would do whatever in an open stall.

[Meat]

Oh man bringing back some memories.. at some point, I was there from 10pm to 6 or 7am.

Tunnel
Limelight
Sound Factory
Webster Hall

After that... drive back to Brooklyn and grab something to eat at Vegas Diner.

I think Tunnel was the first time that I was in a bathroom that no one give a sh.it. It was just surreal for me where everyone would just take a leak in this big ass salt tub and girls/guys would do whatever in an open stall.

omg yes, i remember being so scared to take my dick out because so many women were around, a random woman must of have noticed, just walked up to me and said "nobody's trying to look at your dick, relax"

[Capn'O]

Oh man bringing back some memories.. at some point, I was there from 10pm to 6 or 7am.

Tunnel
Limelight
Sound Factory
Webster Hall

After that... drive back to Brooklyn and grab something to eat at Vegas Diner.

I think Tunnel was the first time that I was in a bathroom that no one give a sh.it. It was just surreal for me where everyone would just take a leak in this big ass salt tub and girls/guys would do whatever in an open stall.

omg yes, i remember being so scared to take my dick out because so many women were around, a random woman must of have noticed, just walked up to me and said "nobody's trying to look at your dick, relax"

The sheer number of your posts that validate your username is awesome.

[Meat]

I was dating this columbian girl who used to take us to all these spots in queens, I remember extravaganza in woodside, dna in Astoria, coconuts in like forest hills

[adjacent2bench]

I'm 36 and from North Jersey. I miss going to Webster Hall Thursday night ladies night. Also BOB Bar was cool. I remember for prom we went to Club Exit. Really enjoyed that.

Last club in NYC I've been to was La Boom in Queens a few years ago. Like many said though, things have changed. Everyone wanna look cool and be a celebrity.

[MrDollarBills]

Oh man bringing back some memories.. at some point, I was there from 10pm to 6 or 7am.

Tunnel
Limelight
Sound Factory
Webster Hall

After that... drive back to Brooklyn and grab something to eat at Vegas Diner.

I think Tunnel was the first time that I was in a bathroom that no one give a sh.it. It was just surreal for me where everyone would just take a leak in this big ass salt tub and girls/guys would do whatever in an open stall.

omg yes, i remember being so scared to take my dick out because so many women were around, a random woman must of have noticed, just walked up to me and said "nobody's trying to look at your dick, relax"

I was so lit up I was whipping it out to piss and didn't give two sh*ts

[MrDollarBills]

I think Tunnel was the first time that I was in a bathroom that no one give a sh.it. It was just surreal for me where everyone would just take a leak in this big ass salt tub and girls/guys would do whatever in an open stall.

omg yes, i remember being so scared to take my dick out because so many women were around, a random woman must of have noticed, just walked up to me and said "nobody's trying to look at your dick, relax"

The sheer number of your posts that validate your username is awesome.

[Jeffrey]

I think Tunnel was the first time that I was in a bathroom that no one give a sh.it. It was just surreal for me where everyone would just take a leak in this big ass salt tub and girls/guys would do whatever in an open stall.

omg yes, i remember being so scared to take my dick out because so many women were around, a random woman must of have noticed, just walked up to me and said "nobody's trying to look at your dick, relax"

I was so lit up I was whipping it out to piss and didn't give two sh*ts

I don't know if this happened to you guys but the other memory was... when we were standing in line, it was always us 4 guys. The bouncer would check the girl/guy ratio for each group. So we always ended up with just asking a bunch of girls if they be in our group just so we can get in.

[RHODEY]

I'm 36 and from North Jersey. I miss going to Webster Hall Thursday night ladies night. Also BOB Bar was cool. I remember for prom we went to Club Exit. Really enjoyed that.

Last club in NYC I've been to was La Boom in Queens a few years ago. Like many said though, things have changed. Everyone wanna look cool and be a celebrity.

I think a lot of dudes stopped straight up dancing in clubs...it used to be like kid n play up in that ****!

[Luv those Knicks]

This discussion in the Trump thread made me want to hear some stories.



I don't have a ton of stories to tell, but I was the Animal House generation. The movie came out when I was in the 10th grade, and it was a major influence on my college experience. . . . one time (only once), I woke up on a sidewalk in my college town in Worcester, Mass and I didn't know where I was. Vomit on my pants. Fortunately a car driving by was nice enough to stop when I waived them down and gave me directions on how to walk back to my dorm room. It was only a few blocks away.

I don't have good stories. Mostly stupid stuff, but maybe some others have good stories.

Maybe this thread is a bad idea. Not sure. Looking back, I see a lot of stuff I did that makes me feel some regret. Getting drunk and stupid a little too often.

One of my favorite comedy movies...loved when he read off the GPA's...."Zero point Zero!"

Blutowski....ZERO POINT ZERO!

Fat, Drunk and Stupid

[Synciere]

I was too young for the Tunnel and others but my OGs never let me live it down I wasnt outside for those days. I remember Etoile (personal fav for its diversity), Mars 2112, 40/40, 230 Fifth, OAK, Bed, Studio B, Spa and some others. Definitely not as crazy as Tunnel, but man! What a time to be alive. I’m talking the Buy You A Drank years, the last great era of NYC clubbing by most accounts. We didn’t know we’d never have it that good again… my best clubbing story though actually a full trip though if you want to understand… long read.

It’s one of my best friend’s 30th birthday in December that year and he decided he wanted Miami. We booked flights super early and I had to fly in a day later because it was my cousin’s bday that same week. We were going to square the hotel check (Fountainebleau) once we got there. A month before the trip I get into it with my boss over a commission and my boss says take it or leave it. I ain’t no punk bitch so I say leave it and quit! Now I got this trip to Miami coming up and I could’ve fronted and just put everything on the credit card, but I ain’t got no job man!!! I told my boys and they’re like my brothers, so of course they understood, but that owing **** for Shyt, that ain’t me man..

They fly in on Thursday, and promptly meet up with some women in the hotel lobby. Apparently they hit the jackpot! Bc one of these women is the girlfriend of David Guetta! I don’t know who that is, but apparently he’s a big deal! I missed that dinner. Friday comes and I land early. My boys want to just get straight to the excursions planned, but I’m broke, so I just want to sit on the beach with my books and whatnot. I’m a nerd, I know. I read on the beach. My boys get salty bc I’m not just letting them pay and I’m messing up the vibez, but I can’t spend money I don’t have. That shyt gives me anxiety.

Saturday comes and my best friend, Mike says, “Syn, I don’t give af what you say; we’re going to dinner tonight, I’m paying! We at LIV tonight, I’m paying, you getting stupid drunk with me at my party, and I don’t want to hear it!” Aight man, I finally relax. That night we’re waiting to be seated at the restaurant for dinner and who do we see, but David Guetta’s gyrl and friend, who showed up to bar behind us! Im introduced, and my friend and I, already drunk, invite them to dinner with our party. We were nine deep. All dinner our female friends are giving us looks, but we don’t understand. These chicks order the filet mignon and lobster risotto. Check comes and everyone is paying their portion, and they conveniently go the bathroom. After a while, Mike goes to the bathroom door and bangs on it like, come pay for your shyt, and suddenly it all becomes clear. They were THOTS! HOOKERS! WORKING WOMEN! I’m lubricated enough to say TF?! so I tell them about themselves as they’re running out the restaurant door, causing all sorts of a scene. I’m promptly escorted out of the restaurant myself, but I’ve been kicked out of fancier establishments than this I tell them. I had ordered this nice wagyu burger which I didn’t eat, so I run my food up the room before we meet up at LIV. I finessed that burger something sweet; ordered this ribeye sauce they had and added caramelized onions; the perfect after club meal. We go to LIV; Weezy was there that night, super lit, and we’re PLASTERED. I mean, so drunk you lose feeling at times. I meet these two very nice Chinese women and we hit it off. I black out.

I wake up in a hotel room a mile away off the strip, with a condom and one sock on at 7:15 am. Jia and the other woman whose name I can’t remember are in the bed with me, albeit on very different angles. I get dressed, check I have their number, cause they made me feel special, and bounce. I’m walking back to Fountainebleau, passing breakfast spots here and there, but I’m on a mission back to my burger, focused. I get back to the room, and my friends are knocked out of course. I go straight to the fridge, but nooooo! These summamabitches ate my burger! I’m flipping tables! E’erbody getting up out this bitch! Why’d you do that?! They’re like, where TF were you?!?! We leave the club and you’re nowhere to be found. Bouncer is like, he’s with a bitch or he’s in jail! Either way, go to bed fellas. We came up and your burger was just calling us!!! That’s what you get for scaring us like that!

The rest of the vacation was a blur, but sometimes when the moon is out and the air is jst right, I think about that burger and what could’ve been.

THE END.

[2010]

I was too young for the Tunnel and others but my OGs never let me live it down I wasnt outside for those days. I remember Etoile (personal fav for its diversity), Mars 2112, 40/40, 230 Fifth, OAK, Bed, Studio B, Spa and some others. Definitely not as crazy as Tunnel, but man! What a time to be alive. I’m talking the Buy You A Drank years, the last great era of NYC clubbing by most accounts. We didn’t know we’d never have it that good again… my best clubbing story though actually a full trip though if you want to understand… long read.

It’s one of my best friend’s 30th birthday in December that year and he decided he wanted Miami. We booked flights super early and I had to fly in a day later because it was my cousin’s bday that same week. We were going to square the hotel check (Fountainebleau) once we got there. A month before the trip I get into it with my boss over a commission and my boss says take it or leave it. I ain’t no punk bitch so I say leave it and quit! Now I got this trip to Miami coming up and I could’ve fronted and just put everything on the credit card, but I ain’t got no job man!!! I told my boys and they’re like my brothers, so of course they understood, but that owing **** for Shyt, that ain’t me man..

They fly in on Thursday, and promptly meet up with some women in the hotel lobby. Apparently they hit the jackpot! Bc one of these women is the girlfriend of David Guetta! I don’t know who that is, but apparently he’s a big deal! I missed that dinner. Friday comes and I land early. My boys want to just get straight to the excursions planned, but I’m broke, so I just want to sit on the beach with my books and whatnot. I’m a nerd, I know. I read on the beach. My boys get salty bc I’m not just letting them pay and I’m messing up the vibez, but I can’t spend money I don’t have. That shyt gives me anxiety.

Saturday comes and my best friend, Mike says, “Syn, I don’t give af what you say; we’re going to dinner tonight, I’m paying! We at LIV tonight, I’m paying, you getting stupid drunk with me at my party, and I don’t want to hear it!” Aight man, I finally relax. That night we’re waiting to be seated at the restaurant for dinner and who do we see, but David Guetta’s gyrl and friend, who showed up to bar behind us! Im introduced, and my friend and I, already drunk, invite them to dinner with our party. We were nine deep. All dinner our female friends are giving us looks, but we don’t understand. These chicks order the filet mignon and lobster risotto. Check comes and everyone is paying their portion, and they conveniently go the bathroom. After a while, Mike goes to the bathroom door and bangs on it like, come pay for your shyt, and suddenly it all becomes clear. They were THOTS! HOOKERS! WORKING WOMEN! I’m lubricated enough to say TF?! so I tell them about themselves as they’re running out the restaurant door, causing all sorts of a scene. I’m promptly escorted out of the restaurant myself, but I’ve been kicked out of fancier establishments than this I tell them. I had ordered this nice wagyu burger which I didn’t eat, so I run my food up the room before we meet up at LIV. I finessed that burger something sweet; ordered this ribeye sauce they had and added caramelized onions; the perfect after club meal. We go to LIV; Weezy was there that night, super lit, and we’re PLASTERED. I mean, so drunk you lose feeling at times. I meet these two very nice Chinese women and we hit it off. I black out.

I wake up in a hotel room a mile away off the strip, with a condom and one sock on at 7:15 am. Jia and the other woman whose name I can’t remember are in the bed with me, albeit on very different angles. I get dressed, check I have their number, cause they made me feel special, and bounce. I’m walking back to Fountainebleau, passing breakfast spots here and there, but I’m on a mission back to my burger, focused. I get back to the room, and my friends are knocked out of course. I go straight to the fridge, but nooooo! These summamabitches ate my burger! I’m flipping tables! E’erbody getting up out this bitch! Why’d you do that?! They’re like, where TF were you?!?! We leave the club and you’re nowhere to be found. Bouncer is like, he’s with a bitch or he’s in jail! Either way, go to bed fellas. We came up and your burger was just calling us!!! That’s what you get for scaring us like that!

The rest of the vacation was a blur, but sometimes when the moon is out and the air is jst right, I think about that burger and what could’ve been.

THE END.

I been to all the spots I bolded. A couple others I forgot to mention:

• Cheetahs
• BB King’s (42nd)
• Shark Bar
• Amazura (could be spelling it wrong – in Queens)

I’ma keep it vague. When clubbing at first I used to roll deep. But then I went dolo once and realized that’s the key. At one point, almost always left with something to take home when dolo. Chicks feel intimidated when you rolling thick. Dolo your chances go way up.

If my peoples came thru, I wouldn’t arrive or leave with my boys. Just met them in the spot. That was the trick! Cats couldn’t understand how I always got rhythm at the end of the night to leave with something. I just kept it to myself. Arrive dolo. Leave dolo. But have enough peoples in the spot that it’s evident you are somebody.

[TerrenceClarke]

I’m not here for the stories …..to many…

But I will post this. IYKYK

Watch on YouTube

[Lord Commander]

Iono who else is from the era, but I’ma just rattle off some names:

• The Tunnel
• Bentleys
• Nells
• NV
• Latin Quarters
• LQ
• Copacabana
• China Club
• Ohm
• Pink Elephant
• Club Flamingo
• Two Eyes
• Branch
• The Limelight

Not gonna get into no stories. Too wild for posting here. Podcast material…

Add Red Parrot and Silver Shadow. Lots of stories LOL. I was always too young to get in but the doorman always bought my BS As someone already said, after awhile I just got tired of coming home every Friday/Saturday/Sunday morning at 6AM drunk/high/broke.

[moocow007]

I don't have a ton of stories to tell, but I was the Animal House generation. The movie came out when I was in the 10th grade, and it was a major influence on my college experience. . . . one time (only once), I woke up on a sidewalk in my college town in Worcester, Mass and I didn't know where I was. Vomit on my pants. Fortunately a car driving by was nice enough to stop when I waived them down and gave me directions on how to walk back to my dorm room. It was only a few blocks away.

I don't have good stories. Mostly stupid stuff, but maybe some others have good stories.

Maybe this thread is a bad idea. Not sure. Looking back, I see a lot of stuff I did that makes me feel some regret. Getting drunk and stupid a little too often.

I'm from that same generation.

Have quite a lot of stories. One particular one (not a clubbing story per se)...

I was in a fraternity (Sig Ep for those that understand Greek nomenclature). One story is from when I was still pledging. A bunch of us went to a party at another college. It was a frat house (same frat, different chapter). The college itself was a known party school so we knew that the girls there would be a lot more open to hooking up and what not compared to our school (tight ass preppy). As soon as we walked in, we knew that this was going to be good as we realized that the floor was literally covered by beer (no I'm not kidding). So in any case, one of the brothers told another pledge to go up stairs and knock on the door to this room that was closed. I knew something was up and that they were planning something. So he goes up and knocks. Nothing. They scream at him to keep knocking. So he does that. Suddenly we hear a growl and the door swings open. This huge guy with hair literally all over his body (was only in his underwear) comes charging out of the room. The pledge that was doing the knocking screamed (like a girl) and started running back down the stairs. The hairy man right behind him. They both go out the door. We all watch as they both disappear down the block until we completely lose sight of them. You could still hear the hairy man screaming obscenities while the poor pledge was screaming (still like a girl). We didn't see the pledge for the rest of that night. We tried asking him what happened the next day but he didn't want to talk about it. Was a fun night. I ended up talking to this drunk as blond and was in the process of hooking up when they gathered all of us together (minus the pledge that disappeared) and was heading back to our own school. Too bad cause she was a cutie.

Also stories about cow tipping (it's a thing in hick towns in upstate NY), babysitting girls throughout the night that were completely passed out cause I was supposedly a "good guy that can be trusted", panty raids (yeah that was a real thing to), etc.

[Meat]

I'm 36 and from North Jersey. I miss going to Webster Hall Thursday night ladies night. Also BOB Bar was cool. I remember for prom we went to Club Exit. Really enjoyed that.

Last club in NYC I've been to was La Boom in Queens a few years ago. Like many said though, things have changed. Everyone wanna look cool and be a celebrity.

I think a lot of dudes stopped straight up dancing in clubs...it used to be like kid n play up in that ****!

****'s a horrible cycle now; there's a vibe, people post it on social media because they've having a good time and clout chasers come and ruin it. Im glad **** is accessible to everyone but man i miss the days of gatekeepers

[Guano]

wildest club i ever went to was around Negril Jamaica back around 2005ish. gawd dayum it was fun as hell - guan0 was out there living his best life. before the wife and kids locked me down.

[thebuzzardman]

Wingo going to shine in with some tales from the downtown clubs when Bette Midler was singing at them