I had our evening planned down to 15 minute increments. We were behind schedule from the get go but lucked out when we were able to get seated and fed quickly. We then headed upstairs in the Epicentre to Howl at the Moon. A mean, tiny man with Subway sandwich breath came out and told me that we weren’t allowed in.
Me: But the website says you open at 6pm.
Shorty McSubway: We have a private event going on.
Me: Well when can we come back?
Shorty McSubway: 8pm.
Me: Can we reserve a table?
Shorty McSubway: No.
Me: When should we line up so we’ll be sure to get a table?
Shorty McSubway: Look Lady, I don’t know what to tell you.
Mind you, the events director I spoke with on the phone said they didn’t do private parties on Saturdays! And from experience I know that you have to be at the door when the doors open to get a decent table because by 9 or 10pm it is standing room only. And there was already a small crowd gathering. And it was almost 7 already. Also, I’d been planning this evening for a very long time. Momo is extremely special to me and I wanted it to go off without a hitch. Shorty McSubway did not care about any of this. UGH.
So we decided to pass the time by grabbing a pre-game drink at Mez. It looked pretty funky from the outside and it was just a moment’s walk from Howl. We walked in and knew right away that we were totally not cool enough to be there. The decor is super modern and moody. We sat down near the bar. It was semi-crowded. Members of the waitstaff came near us multiple times but no one took our order. Speaking of the waitstaff- the men were wearing all black- shirts and pants. Pretty normal. The women were also wearing all black. But they appeared to be wearing swimsuits, jog bras, ice skating skirts, fishnets, panties on top of fishnets- all very Lady Gaga gone goth. At one point a waiter came over with a big bowl and said “Shrimp penne?” to which Sara replied “No, thank you. We just ate.” Bahaha! He wasn’t asking if she’d like a sample, he was trying to deliver an entree!
Finally we were able to flag down a waitress. They have some really cool sounding cocktails. I chose the Lotus Blossom and won the award for prettiest drink of the night. It was very yummy! And very strong. Those people do not skimp on the booze! We all had to nurse our drinks as they were super strong. Everyone tried to make me eat the flower. I ate one petal and it just tasted like bitter lettuce. We had a really good time laughing at Gigi when she got a serious case of the giggles. I still don’t know exactly what was so funny! When it was closer to 8 pm we settled our tab and headed over to Howl.
On the way there I snapped this picture of Morgan: Next up: our evening at Howl At The Moon!