by Steph C. on
The system for getting into Colony is a disaster. Everyone crowds in front of the bouncers in a sea of boobs and faces, displaying their assets like slaves on an auction block. The bouncers then point at the next group to be let in with infinite discretion, not unlike performers throwing free T-shirts into a crowd. Yes, the scene is so hectic that I'm mixing my metaphors. I came with three beautiful girls, and our combined feminine powers got us in quickly without any begging. I felt bad for the groups of guys on either side of us, but I guess that's how it works in Hollywood. I was less nonchalant when the bouncer wouldn't let in our friends, who came later. He was by all accounts very rude, laughing at one of them when she claimed to have friends inside. The club was gorgeous, spacious and lavishly decorated. The bartenders were all absurdly attractive. The music was good and easy to dance to, and plenty of people were dancing. The place was definitely a scene, crowded with people who hours before had been dead set on going out in Hollywood despite the hassle. There were a few sketchballs, as always, including one man who followed my group like a zombie, silent and creepy and more likely than not a sex offender. I hadn't been out in Hollywood for a long time before going to Colony, and I felt a little bit of sticker shock when my ice-packed vodka diet came to $13. Sigh. It'll probably be a long time until I go back again, but I suppose I did have a fun night.