Getting Lexy Down In Da Club
By Jocelyn Geboy in Miscellaneous on Oct 28, 2005 6:56PM
As a result of connections we made through our day of schmoozing and taking bribes like we were George Ryan, Chicagoist was invited to attend yet another exclusive Lexus event last night at Reserve.
We know we aren't the clubbing type. In our drinking days, we preferred the comfort of a good dive bar with a good jukebox, some dartboards and the kind of dark lighting that encouraged locals and neighborhood alcoholics to gather rather than Paris Hilton wannabees in $300 jeans and guys whose goal it is to lure young hotties with their financial ability to order table service.
Yet, we couldn't resist the chance to walk up to a roped off entrance, utter our names and be instantly granted entrance to an 'exclusive' event. Next, we were given a wristband, and let up to the private party upstairs. We knew we were out of our element when the first people we saw were two girls whose skirts were so short, their va-jay-jays were deciding if they were going to make a cameo appearance later on in the evening.
Onward and upward, we cried, albeit secretly to ourselves. When we mentioned to our friends who the DJ was, (DJ/AM), they instantly said, "Oh that's Nicole Ritchie's fiancee." Who knew? Apparently, all our friends who read the news of the day. Even though we hadn't a clue, we started to become a little impressed when we saw that he had played personal parties for Madonna, Spielberg, and Etheridge.
But he not only talked the talk, he walked the walk. Busting out with Toto, we couldn't help but smile. When he laid out the J. Geils, we had to get into his groove a bit more. And who doesn't love a little Joan Jett set to a beat? But we were duly impressed when he masterfully mixed 50 Cent's "In Da Club" and "Closer" by Nine Inch Nails. And it sounded gooood.
After about an hour of watching the girls dance on the bar and the guys leer lasciviously, we decided it was time to go home. We had our previous Lexus bribe with us, and hemmed and hawed about taking some pictures or some video, but thought it would just be a waste in the dark, sexy atmosphere with no flash. So, we hopped back into our non-Lexus, and sang our hearts out all the way home to the songs on our new favorite radio station. Much better.
