Miu Miu shorts!!!!!
I was so, beyond excited to wear these! They are the cutest thing.
Leg kick
But they are pretty obscene. See what i mean after the jump!
Certainly going to be distracting walking around with these in Summer
Went to a club called Embargo 59 for a friend's birthday..I had fun because i hadn't seen these friends in ages and they're lovely, but the place is ridiculously pretentious. In fact, I'll talk about it because i had never come across somewhere like this before, it was kind of shocking and it needs to be written down:
The security guards at the entrance systematically directed me to the corner of the block (?) where there was a queue…Now, that's bad enough that the queue wasn't even connected to the club, but wait- The life-size barbie doll with the list just ignored me and once I managed to get her attention and communicate to her that we had a table, she answered i should "join the queue" (?). So the people in the queue (all of which had tables, as i learnt afterwards) waited there for like 10 minutes…I didn't really understand that procedure until later, and I did not actually "join the queue".
So they finally acknowledge me and direct me back to the security guards. They have us standing there for another couple of minutes while the staff does virtually nothing but stare at us…I get upstairs, and another very rude girl then demands 15 pounds (!!!) because it's "over 11pm" (it was 11.30 by the way. 11.30 is a pretty early time). I repeat that I have a bloody table (not in those terms) but she insists that everybody pays after eleven. I was so offended I didn't even want to call my friends to sort it out, I just wanted to get out of there. So I turned around and left. This is me trying to go into a place to say HI to my friend and have a drink (i was only there for an hour or two) with a TABLE in the main private room. Okay. Whatever-
At this point, my friend happened to come out while I was already walking down the stairs, and they made him pay and blah blah blah. But that's not all. We try to go in the room, finally (he had just stepped out), and they ask us for WRISTBANDS. Yes, you heard me right. How more stupidly tedious could this get? So we need to find someone else that will give us the wristband, and then go back to the entrance…
Just a vent (and a warning), really. Way to make your customers feel humilliated.
This is how cool places work: You go up to the door. They either want you in or they don't. If you have friends throwing a party in a private room - you are most certainly escorted by the manager there and he offers you a drink.
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