Unfortunately for me, the title is to be taken literally. Hampered by a debilitating cold, I only got a glimpse of the exuberant NYC nightlife. But since all the good places in Manhattan are overrun by B&T folks at the weekend (like in London), that wasn’t a bad thing after all.
On Friday night, I probably had one of my swiftest night ever at a club. I arrived in the Lower East Side at about 1am and had the option to go to either Element or the Vault, two separate clubs housed in the same building.
I went with Vault, figuring that since it was located in the basement and the entrance was on a side street, it might be a bit more underground. Boy was I wrong. I left after 5 minutes, after seeing a group of a very young, college revellers dancing to uplifting progressive house. They seemed to have a good time, but it was too sappy and jolly for me.
On Saturday, I tried to stay in and get some much needed sleep. But after lying awake in bed for a good two hours, I decided to take a peek at the Sullivan Room in Greenwich Village. Fifteen minutes later (love the cabs in NYC – cheap, quick and easy to catch), I stood in front of the bouncer, exchanging the following words:
Bouncer: Who are you here with?
Me: No, I’m not on the guestlist.
Bouncer: Why are you here?
Me: For Mark Knight.
Bounce: You know who he is?
Me: Yes.
Bouncer: Ok
He was cool all along, but I thought him asking me “Why I was there” a bit unusual.

The Sullivan Room has the elements I like when I go out – a good atmosphere, people my age, not over-crowded, and best of all great tech house music by Mark Knight. Why do I like the dark, sensual beats? Because stuff like this happens (lots of dudes wearing T-shirts, ie: potential clients, in case you were distracted):

Lastly on Sunday evening, I decided to do the touristy thing and hopped on a boat cruise. But this “tour” was different from most others: Layo and Bushwacka, founders of The End, were at the decks for some cutting edge house music. A good way to end the weekend, and to get back to bed at a reasonable time.

ps: Although NYC is years behind London, Berlin, Madrid and even Montreal, for some serious underground action, I was told that Minimoo nights are by far the best ones in New York.
Photo credit: Sullivan Room and me.