This is why we don't go to Marquee anymore

Last winter we were getting tired of our normal Saturday night routine and decided we should shake things up and go to Marquee. The night did not go as planned:

First off it was the DEAD of winter and freezing so we were not about to stand in any lines and since none of us are the super aggressive/confident kind who's gonna walk to the front of the line and demand that the doorman let us in, we figured we should go nice and early to avoid being stuck outside. So 4 of my friends agreed to meet there at 10 (which is way early for a Saturday night in New York). My friend and I shared a cab and got down there to find that yay, there's no line! So we pop out of the car, get our IDs out and walk up to the door. The doorman proceeds to laugh at us and tell us it's not open yet. WTF? Major plan backfireage. So now we can either stand outside and wait for Marquee to open, or go next door to a very questionable looking bar/club/lounge thing. It's freezing so we manned up and decided to check out the place next door. I unfortunately can't remember the exact lines used and conversations had over there but we had way too many interactions with people who look like they would fit in a little too well on Jersey Shore. When we got word that Marquee finally opened up one of the guys we were talking to said something along the lines of "I'll walk over there with you guys and you can buy me a drink". Gross. First off he's a guy by himself, so he's clearly trying to use us cuz we're a group of girls and that's the only way he's gonna get in. And second he has the nerve to tell us we can buy HIM a drink??? I don't think so buddy!!

So eventually we make it into Marquee and manage to lose the Jersey guys and are having a pretty fun night when we see a guy who looks pretty cute. He had the whole scruffy, long hair sticking out of a baseball hat, Vermont hockey player look that I liked in college. At least compared to the guys from next door he was a star. Or so I thought... The night continues and my friend has gotten swept away by a bachelor party and at one point is dancing with a guy on a bench and he has her literally off the floor completely picked up. My other friends are hanging out dancing with other people and I end up dancing with the scruffy vermontish guy. After awhile my friends are ready to go but I have the brilliant idea that I should stay by myself with the guy. WORST IDEA EVER.

The night quickly went downhill when I realized that he wasn't from Vermont at all, nor did he play hockey, the scruffy look was more just a product of his lack of showering and hygiene in general. After about 5 minutes of actually talking to him I'm ready to go so I grab my coat and am on my way out when he starts flipping out and making a gigantic scene about someone stealing his wallet. The bouncer says this happens a lot, and that they caught the guy already and everyone's wallets are at the police precinct a few blocks away. Clearly Marquee is a wonderful establishment.

Somehow the guy convinces me to walk with him to the precinct which as it turns out is not "just a few blocks away" but rather a 30 minute walk almost to the other side of Manhattan. I'm in heels and dress and freezing my butt off, and tired, and ready to go home. And the unshowered man is being moody and grumpy and generally not someone I would choose to take a 2am stroll through meatpacking district with. All I want to do is go home and sleep but he promises he'll pay for my cab if I go with him to get the wallet. So we keep walking and eventually make it to the precinct and get his wallet but turns out the guy stole all his cash so now he can't even pay for my cab. At this point I just want to get the heck out of there and my attitude clearly has to be telling this guy I'm not interested in hanging out anymore but when I hail a cab he tries to get in with me!! EW. I tell him I'm going home alone and he starts yelling at me about how he has no place to sleep and how I led him on all night and what is he supposed to do now. I'm gonna give him the benefit of the doubt and assume that he just couldn't get a train home but I think there's a slight possibility he was actually homeless, hence the lack of showering, and general lack of manners and chivalry. At any rate, I wasn't gonna stick around to find out so I more or less dove into the cab and told the driver to start going and I'd give him the address in a minute.

Noooot a fun night. No chance I'm going to Marquee anytime in the next 5 years, and if I do, I'm sticking with the clean cut, clearly not homeless types.