My boss sent out an email a few days ago saying that our company's PR firm had some tickets available for this year's tennis US Open launch party to be held at Crobar. Hell yea, I want to go!
Of course when I got there around 9:30ish (the earliest I've ever shown up to a club), there was already a mad number of people crowding the door.
There was actually a red carpet.
Tennis fan holding a giant tennis...ball...hoping to get it signed by the pros.
Amazingly, when I told the clipboard bitch that I was on the list, she confirmed and let me in without a hitch. I only waited near the front with the rest of the mini-skirts and douchebags for about five minutes. Easy peasy.
Yea, and I got to walk the carpet. ... No I didn't. Inside Crobar, they had all sorts of visual party favors--some good and some disturbing--including this mock up, where the not-so-famous (like me) can pose in front of the red carpet backdrop.
Yes, we get it. This is a tennis party.
It took me about an hour before I realized that these four models were actually two sets of twins.
Some non-alcoholic drink that they were sampling at the party. I myself, did a lot of sampling of the Grey Goose at the open bar.
You can ask this bartender, if you don't believe me. Thanks dude for all those sweet vodka tonics and beers--all the more sweeter because my wallet stayed in ma' back pocket.
Finally ran into my co-workers. R getting his white boy groove ON. He also dropped his drink about ten times.
So they had all these various models in ridiculous scenarios all over the club, including this flasher.
EEEEEK.
Afterwards, we got...gift bags!! The VIP bags were amazing--I shared an elevator with a guy who was delivering three of them to a company on my floor (the VIP bags had Trivia Pursuit--The '80s!) and he showed me the goodies in those bags.
My gift bag items:
There was a box of godiva chocolates but I ate those on the subway last night going home before passing out.
Energy bar.
Water bottle.
Sandals.
Uh, a figurine from South African Airlines.
Tanning spray.
American Apparel tank top. It's a girl's size large. If any large lady wants this, drop me a line.
Bottle opener.
Some gift card that's going straight to the trash (like most of the stuff)
Christina Whorilera's new album. It's the ish. Pretty damn good.
Listerine.
Gym membership.
Uh, a gift certificate to a place in...Tampa. No thanks.
OH, although I did not get a picture, the only celebrity I saw was Tyrese looking ridiculous (or as ridiculous as ridiculously good looking people can look) with a PDiddy mohawk with a hair fork sticking out the back of it.