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So, being refused entry to a club you've been invited to by the resident DJ is a moderately humiliating experience.
It did, however, get me to thinking a few things, and I have questions that I'm hoping people with a few more clues than me can answer:
1) Why would the shoes I wear make any kind of difference?
I mean, maybe you could make a case against jandals for health and safety reasons, but those same health and safety reasons should apply to the six-inch heel sandals (except most of the people who wear jandals know how to walk in them, I s'pose)
2) If (as I suspect) it's actually just a handy reason to refuse entry to the specific person - in this case, me - isn't there a risk that they'll head home and put on a pair of $500 hand made Italian shoes and come back down?
Try telling me those shoes are wrong, fucker!
3) Are the security staff in Wellington actually employees of the club in question?
I've chatted to a few at other places, and the impression I get is that they're all contracted to a security company - and thus actually sub-contractors, and not really part of the club staff at all. Would the club have given them directions like "No Etnies"? Is the club likely to be bothered that I was turned away?
4) Why the fuck did I ever bother going somewhere other than Sammies?
I mean, it'd be nice to be able to support people I know who are playing at other places. And if I could find anywhere in Wellington that provided an "experience" even slightly close to Sammies, I might consider dividing my loyalties.
*sighs* I need some cheese to go with this. At least whining doesn't have a "dress code"
