This was my first time going to a "grown people club" The Velvet Room or velvet lounge one of the two, and it sucked cause all of my clothes are pretty much altbroish/hipsterish... I didn't wanna stand out like Pootie Tang amongst my friends, so my dog's boy Brandon let me rock his Diesel's in lieu of my Dunks. Nice gesture, but the only thing is that Brandon is a hefty fellow of heavy proportions/a fat boy, so when I say those diesel's we're out of gas and leanin' to the left, them mufuckas were looking like some sad puppys! The sole was like askew from the shoe and uggh!!! I get in there and I already liek the layout. It's got good placement of the bar, and vip is exclusive, but not so much that you can't be seen in there. I really couldn't wait to see how it jumped off when it jumped off, and I wasn't dissapointed at all. I had a damn good time despite the footwear malfunction, and even though I'm never really comfortable "dressed like an adult person" because my spirit is so youthful and free, I did my thing.
One thing I always forget about partying in Atlanta, is that these clubs stay open sooooo late (5:00 compared to the 1:45-2:15 of VA) I mean I was winehoused at one point and every girl I danced with got a nice wine up and near about 4:15 I'm just standing behind girls just staying on beat! I mean I actually clubbed out my liquor!
Big Brandon, Nick, and J
