Dinner and a Show

So tonight I find myself in new yet somewhat familiar territory. New because I’m wearing a dress to a place I usually wear pants to. That’s me, always likes to wear the pants, which could explain why I scare every guy off and since tonight I wanted to attract instead of scare I decided to change up my strategy.

So when we (the team) got invited to a private dinner party at Mansion my first thought was “they serve food at Mansion?” How did I not know about this? The five W’s that I so thoroughly learned about in journalism and learned to live by (who,what,when,where,why, and the magic h-how) immediately came to my head.

Who? Promoters and those they so desire to invite. Normally these are their own friends, people who can benefit while at they same time they benefit, and the best part? Everyone has a good time. Isn’t this the dream?

What? Red Steakhouse catered the dinner in family style dining fashion. Ten people to a table is much more than is intended to be fed by these plates, but then I remember not everyone is a fatass like me. And while they come for the music, the free alcohol and entrance to DJ booth aftermath I am here for the food, at least tonight. A simple mixed green salad with goat cheese (yuck) and raspberry vinaigrette was the start to this meal. I hate picking cheese off my salad, especially blue since it leaves strays, but when you find yourself at a dinner party of this caliber you shutup and eat anything, even blue cheese. Main course offered something for all tastes: fish, chicken, and meat. In this case you try all three. See, here is the number one rule at any dinner party as well as in life: try everything once, twice if you like it, and if you love it then well, quite honestly you’re fucked. The salmon only got one bite out of me, the chicken was worth a few thighs, and the meat? I had to get more from another table. Let’s talk side dishes. Grilled green asparagus and mac and cheese. Again, when served cheese at a party you eat cheese. In this particular case I liked it I just don’t know if that’s was the champagne’s influence or the simple fact that I find myself trying new things every day. Maybe a little of both. We sadly missed dessert since we just had to go to the bathroom. Lesson learned here: don’t break seal till after dinner.

When? Right now. Well actually dinner is over, but the party is very much going on. Barely starting …

Where? No other than Mansion nightclub, which recently renovated their boom box sound club for one million dollars to compete with LIV and the other high end clubs including their very own. So what better way to up the ante than to throw dinner parties and then follow it up with an actual party. Makes me never want to leave. If only they would do breakfast… Then i would really never leave.

Why? In a city like Miami the best reason for a party is no reason and Mansion exemplifies this midweek on a Wednesday because, well we all have to relax throughout the middle of the work week. Ten girls to a table also make for interesting conversation. Tonight’s consisted of circumcision. Talk not action. Pros vs. cons. Learn something new every day. Apparently there is less need for circumcision now and so people are going to stop undergoing this painful, and according to one of the girls at my table, castration like process. I guess she has a penis. For someone who has experience with the Jewish and the normal and is currently on her who knows what glass of champagne I’m going to hold back the urge to say what i feel and hide under my shell. No pun intended.

And lastly, how?

I don’t know. No, actually I have no effing idea. It’s a combination about being in the right place at the right time and making moves. And so in honor of my own advice and the champagne bottle that just arrived I have to keep making moves an burn off my dinner from Mansion at Mansion.