Going Clubbing

Walking back from outdoor dining on the UWS with Bruce and Nardo last week, something reminded me of an incident, ages ago, in Chelsea. A man in a full-on purple suit stopped Tom on the sidewalk. He asked Tom if he knew of a club that was open, and also, did he want to come along to this club.

It was 8am. Tom was holding a bagel.

A club, pre-pandemic totes obvs.

We all laughed and recalled the good old days before the pandemic. A decade before the pandemic. When the clubs were legal, indoors, and open until 11am.

Bruce said he used to go clubbing. 

My eyebrows shot up. Bruce goes to bed at like 9:30pm. He's one of those annoying early morning risers.

Bruce gives me a look like I've completely underestimated him.
He explains his clubbing routine:

• Go to bed at 9:30, as usual.
• Get up at 5am, as usual.
• Eat breakfast, put on a slinky outfit, and head out to a club.

I stood corrected. I told Bruce it sounded like a brilliant strategy.

Bruce said it was. He was the freshest one in the club and very popular. Everyone else was all sweaty by then. 

My brother was over here earlier this week. He is also an early to rise type. I told him maybe he should wake up and go clubbing. He didn't seem too into it. 

Maybe after he retires or the kids move out.