Shay or Shade
Piggy backing off my previous post on Lolla, I wanted to focus on Friday evening. As i said before, Sir Dirty Sprite blessed us with his presence and got errbody ready for a night out. Of course, he was going to do an after party so the girls and i decided to slide on through. It was at a club i’ve never heard of or been to before called Shay. Now being that it was celebrity filled that night, I expected some difficulty but not the amount we got. When we first arrived, the line was almost nonexistent so we figured it’ll be a quick wait. I should’ve known it was going to be a sh*t show by how dismissive the doormen were. Let’s be honest, doormen are glorified greeters which means I should be addressed with some respect and eye contact. Mind you, it was only a handful of people in line yet it was difficult to even have the doormen look our way. When we finally grabbed the attention of one of the doormen, he just said hi and kept it moving. Who.the.f*ck.does.that?! You hear us calling for you so we can get a better grasp of the situation and you say just say hi? Nah. Anywho, after that nonsense we decided to just venture off to our beloved Sub (below Hub51) where it’s a guaranteed great time. On top of that, you’ll be treated with some respect. Though it was visible the doormen at Sub were stressed with the demands of drunks trying to get it, they did nothing but treat everyone with respect and did their best to accommodate everyone. As a customer, I am always pleased with the service I get there (even at the restaurant). Anywho, we had a bomb time and got wind that Steph Curry, Durant and other bball players were at Shay so we decided to give it one more go.
When we arrived back at Shay, not only have the same issues, but others were added. It again took some time to get the doorman’s attention but when we did he dismissively said the establishment was at capacity and not letting anyone else in at the moment. Again, being someone that frequents bars/clubs, I totally understand. But it was something more than that. As time passed, as people were coming out, they were letting people in. Which is a given. But those said people were nan of color. You already know where I’m going with this. We’re all irate and my best friend decides to call them out on the nonsense. She states “If the club is at capacity then why are you letting people in?” He responded, while looking at his phone and not at her mind you, like “yeah they’re in the industry (bartenders, DJs, etc).” Again, it’s understandable but I highly doubt ALL of them were AND for all he knew we could’ve been. I’m not even exaggerating when I say it was nothing but people of color waiting to get in; like they reached their colored quota or something. I’ve never been the type to make everything about race, but that ish right there...man. I could go on and on about this night but I’m trying to give the SparkNotes version.
After coming home, that same friend who questioned the doorman, sent me all kinds of reviews of the club and guess what? They ALL had the same issues; calling not only the greeters racist but the club as a whole. There was def some racial undertones with the entire situation but I thought I was just being sensitive and made the excuse that because celebrities were there, it was going to be harder to get in. No. If I don’t have these troubles in Vegas or NYC then I shouldn’t have them at home. I do understand there’s a certain look clubs want but race is becoming a bigger trend amongst a lot of them. All I know is, they need to get it together before they try the wrong person. Overall, this experience solidified why I’m a bar kind of girl.