Hurricane Irene and Greenhouse

 

As Hurricane Irene blew into NYC on Sunday August 28th for the weekend (like a cheap drag queen in from Rochester NY, all blustery and full of herself) Bloomingdales had it's windows boarded up with plywood, no less, not even some high end Brazilian Cherry from Lumber Liquidators. Did we ever think we'd live to see such a thing? Gayadeddon. For Sure.

There were sandbags around the door of the Diesel store. But H&M, had no boards, no tape, no nothin'. Cause the sad truth is no one really cares if a $9.99 rayon/polyester dress blows away. Ya know what we mean? 

 

And who could believe that hurricane fashion would take the form of rubber hunter boots with shorts and skirts? Where was Joan River's and the Fashion Police when she was so desperately needed?

Unfortunately, the writing was on the wall, that due to the hurricane, the fab Sunday night party at Greenhouse might be cancelled.  

As we comforted ourselves with the Weather Channel, Anderson Cooper (stunning in this year's rain slicker), chicken delivery from Dallas Barbeque, and Grey Goose martinis in our living rooms, we couldn't help but think back to that Sunday evening a few weeks ago, to what promised to be an evening of dance, delight, and debauchery.
 

Speaking of Anderson Cooper, our own  HAL (Hag at Large) ran into him when doing her own hurricane coverage.

Starting with a chance encounter with the lovely Judy (who can never seem to remember who we are without wigs), it became an evening that morphed into a rather unfortunate situation. It all was caused by Fluffie taking a picture of an unusual looking man, with long straight grey hair, to be sure an oddity in this club of 20 somethings but blogworthy none the less. A man who looked like he was separated at birth from Yanni (that singer in case you didn't know.) So similar in fact that Fluffie snapped his picture, completely oblivious that he was... SECURITY.... 




Big Faux Pas since he didn't want his picture taken.  "You have to ask before you take a picture" he barked, all up in her face, so close she could see each individual pore on his nose (did he not know about L'Oreal pore minimizer?) He demanded that she immediately delete his image but she couldn't seem to find his picture among the photos of thousands of gay men she had been shooting at parties all summer. And then the unthinkable happened.  The camera jammed and the only photo that kept coming up was of her pet parrot Louise. That did not make him happy either. 

Most people in clubs love having their picture taken. Like the gorgeous Sebastian who is still waiting to be discovered.

 

So, to Mr. Yanni-look-a-like security person who Fluffie found out was a former personal trainer at Crunch (yes, that's why he looked so familiar) you need to get over yourself!  So there! 

Because HAG! You're so not it!

Rating: Greenhouse shall remain unrated until Fluffie recovers from this upsetting incident.