They were giving out $100 bills at Eve on Saturday. Granted, I didn’t actually see this happen, and nobody told me that it happened, and I don’t have any direct evidence that it happened … but complimentary Benjamins are the only thing that would explain the massive, pushing, shoving throng of people trying to get into the club around midnight.
P. Diddy hosted the post-fight event, and I’ve never seen anything like it. The line, that is—that’s all I saw.
So I crossed through Aria to Haze.
S. and I hit the dance floor as “Single Ladies” hit the speakers. We paused to watch the otherwise-masculine guys all around us try their hands (their left ones) at Beyonce’s ultra-feminine, Fosse-inspired choreography.
Not bad, but not ring-worthy.