despite being invited to a private party at the hudson hotel, and being +3 years over the legal drinking age, tonight I was denied entrance to the bar, and was threatened with having my drivers license cut up. however, the two (and i know this for a fact) underage blondes in front of me were able to get in without a problem, and have their "ids" scan just fine. oh and try to ask for a concierge or a manager? yeah that draws out the scissors for your real id. believe me, my brother and sisterinlaw are cancelling their reservations at this hotel and i will never give them my service again. and yeah, i'll be that moderately in shape brunette raising a f***ing stink in the lobby tomorrow.That bouncer should be careful, unless he wants to get stabbed about the face and neck.
Be warned, ladies. If you want in on the once-great-now-sorta-fading Hudson Hotel bar scene, you better dye your damn hairs did. An irate (hopefully drunk) tipster wrote us last night (well, this morning) about a ridiculous injustice-worthy of the ACLU and inspirational films and the slow mourn of Barber's "Adagio for Strings"-that befell her at the midtown inn. She was denied entrance to the bar, threatened, and shamed. All because her hair was not flaxen.