Here’s a little blast from the past:
A couple years ago, I took a trip to NYC on my birthday to visit my sister. She moved to the city to begin a modeling career while I was in college and was working at Nobu on 57th at the time. She wanted to show me a good time and decided to take me to a place called Bungalow 8 down on 27th. I, being an oblivious kid from SC, had no idea what this place was all about. It’s fairly hideous in daylight:
It was an exclusive, ridiculously tiny, celeb-happy club that people literally had to purchase alcohol for an entire table. Her friend Matt got us right into the club and somehow we hooked up with someone that had purchased a table. We sat down and basically got to drink Grey Goose Vodka for free the entire night. I got a peek at the bill at the end of the night and it was somewhere in the $3000 to $4000 range!
So we are drinking and having a great time. The music is pumping so loud that I can barely hear my sister or Matt. Matt wants to get a picture of both of us in the club and I give him my camera. He takes a couple shots, but was rudely interrupted by a very large man telling him to stop taking pictures. I was wondering why he was being so confrontational about it.
Thankfully Matt slipped the camera back to me before anything happened to it. I asked Matt what had happened and he said that the big guy was Lindsey Lohan’s bodyguard. He didn’t want us taking pictures of her. We had no idea at the time, but I caught a glimpse of her in the photo later on. (It’s the one in my Flickr stream where I look like a complete drunken buffoon.)
The truly hilarious point in the night was when Matt screamed at me over the loud music something to the effect of “Why would we want a picture of drunken Lohan anyway?” He probably should have looked over his shoulder though. She was standing right beside us at that point and gave him a nasty look. I recall we left soon after.
