Dance Wrong

Without getting too deep into it, there is a certain brilliance some promoters are able to manage.  The rare exception to the rule is when parties remain fun and keep a good crowd while still being easy going.  I fucking love dance right so much so that when i see their logo on a flier, it instantly gains cred.

I met Brad Hoss on a fluke instance at his bar when it was called play.  We ducked in for a couple pitchers while waiting for something else.  He’s exactly what a promoter should be, instantly charming and nice beyond belief.  There were 4 of my friends and 2 other peopel and Hoss just made it seem like that was the perfect number of people to have a great vibe.  In LA, that gets you far, as it should.  Turns out he also does promotions for Avalon which is the black hole for douchebaggery and great music… strange combo.

I got this in the inbox:

That is pretty much what it would take me to go to Avalon nowadays.  I promised myself thrice so far that I would never go back.  I’m usually hyped to see one of my favorite djs play in LA only to find out its going to be among the vest-scarf crowd, sigh.  Three separate instances I’ve had such a bad time, I promissed myself never again.  Free alcohol can change that.

Wait in line, get a bracelet, get in.  I walked up to the bar and asked someone if it was open bar to which their eyebrows replied something like “are you on rocks?”.  Found another bar with a bouncer posted up front and perked up a little.  If i had a tail, it would be wagging now.  Went to the bouncer and showed him my bracelet which seemed to me appropriate to get in, but he misunderstood as me asking him to look at me like a bitch and tell me to fuck off, because in other words, thats what happened.  He told me I had the wrong bracelet but when I asked him what bracelet I need so i can go get it, he told me all I needed to know was that I have the wrong one and I’m pretty much not getting in.   hmmm..

I doubled back to the ticket guy who told me he’s not in charge of that stuff.  I went outside and spoke to the girl who gave me the bracelet.  ”I was told by Preston that there isn’t a free bar tonight”.  I’m showing her my invite, my confirmation and my rsvp saying that there will be free alcohol.  She’s telling me I have two choices: go inside or leave.

On my way out, i chalk up another “I’m never coming back here again” moment to Avalon.  It doesn’t make any sense to me.  Dance right, delicious dance party of massively cool people.  Brad Hoss, ‘nother cool guy whose excessive invites to events on facebook are overshadowed by his niceness and ability to spot you in an instant and say hi.  By the dickhead theorem of mathematics: two things I know are good + one variable = shit; the one variable has to be really shitty to reduce two things I know are good to garbage.  Thanks Preston Gaspar!