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Tuesday, September 26, 2006

Club Lagoon

posted by on September 26 at 11:55 AM

A terse report from the new club on Broadway—the one with the Lamborghini stuck to the roof—from this past weekend: “It’s Friday after midnight. There are twelve patrons. Two of which are dancing to ‘Dancing Queen.’ We immediately leave.”

Also: On opening night, I noticed that the bathroom with the giant tinted window—the one right by the indoor speedboat—had insufficiently opaque glass. Not only could one see out from within, viewing the dance floor whilst ostensibly conducting one’s lavatory business, but if one stuck one’s eyeballs right up to the glass from the outside, it was possible to pretty much see in: into. the. bathroom. The owner (I think; he had a proprietary air about him and a suit) saw me doing this (experimentally; there was no one inside) and looked alarmed and said they might have to make the glass darker.

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Were you hoping for some tamoxifen-enhanced urine, or something? NYC has several bars with such unusual bathrooms (ie, glass you can see out of from the inside, not from the outside), although I have yet to see someone press their face up against the window hoping for a peek. Perhaps because if caught, you'd have to register as a sex offender. But sufficient tinting wouldn't hurt.

Posted by him | September 26, 2006 12:20 PM

i'm calling dibs on the lamborghini when they go under and have to liquidate assets.

Posted by charles | September 26, 2006 12:24 PM

If New York City has these kinds of bathroom windows, it must be OK.

Posted by Windows on the Weird | September 26, 2006 12:45 PM

I think there's a 2-way mirror at Trinity in Pioneer Square too?

Posted by KELLY O | September 26, 2006 3:37 PM

When one of my brothers used to live outside of Wauconda (not that there is much INSIDE in Wauconda), the house they lived in had an outhouse on the hillside facing the house, and the valley below. The outhouse, apparently either out of sheer lack of materials or to maximize sunlight - I never determined which - had no front wall at all. So you'd go up to take care of business, sit yourself down in all your glory, and face the wide valley below. It was a great view for the person seated on the throne. Not such a great view for the person stepping out of the house who happened to glance up at the hillside.

(Also, I never figured out what imbecile situated the outhouse UP the hill from the house. Apparently, they were unfamiliar with the idea that liquids flow downhill. Besides, it was a hell of a scramble to get up there, particularly when dinner hadn't agreed with you.)

I suppose that's why my oldest nephew always thought he was SUPPOSED to stand on the end of the porch and pee onto the yard below. That was fine in Wauconda, but caused a bit of a ruckus when they visited my prissy sister in Washington DC.

Posted by Geni | September 26, 2006 4:43 PM

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