Say Goodbye to CV

Mathew Isaacs and his crew are leaving CV, the club at the Rivington Hotel and Steve Lewis would like to use the opportunity to tear the place apart with a sharp, but completely honest lashing:

" The Matt Isaacs crew took over the flailing 105 space, just off the lobby, and launched it in November 2009. They have been successful."

The space will be transformed into a tequila bar.

I PUT YOU ON TO MY CITY

Between Lavo, the Lamb's Club, and now Paramount Bar, midtown is actually hot. The latest offers up classic cocktails on 46th Street and features crystal chandeliers, velvet, and female empowerment in the form of a series of all-women Djs.

ON TO THE NEXT CLUB

Sean Hughes, dude who would like you to think he is a model, bought the Eldridge last month from Matt Levine for some $300k. He plans to open it next month with the new name, EastBridge. The space has been gutted and they have added new furnishings with the

"hope to create a more 'relaxed' neighborhood atmosphere that isn’t obnoxiously exclusive. Drinks will be modestly priced, but there won’t be a tap; nor any velvet ropes."

DONT YOU KNOW WHO THE FUCK I AM!!!!!!!!!!

Well obviously not mother fucka .. b/c youre here making a fucking scene, and im here not giving a fuck.

I hate when these punk ass local celebrities / fake ass socialites act like everyone owes them something b/c they interned somewhere or is related to someone or worst just party all the time and assume they are good.

If you ever go somewhere and start making a scene outside on a line or inside the club because someone didnt put you on a list or is charging you to get in that is sooooo wack!!! If you were invited you would be on the list, if you were that important then you wouldnt have to pay. If none of those two happened then i suggest you do one out of two things

1)SFTU and dig in ya pockets and introduce some dead presidents to my friend Cash Last Name Register
2)Tun around with what little pride you have left because your not gettin past these ....




YOURE NOT MY FRIEND ... I DONT OWE YOU SHYT!!!!

I AM TIGHT LIKE PIGEON PUSSY ...

so let me give you the short and skinny...

So after hanging out with some people at my boys Pizzeria on 23rd st. Me and 3 of my friends decided we wanted to continue the night. I suggested that we shoot to Pink Elephant b/c i know that their should have been a good party there and i know the Doorman and promoters.

Anyway, its a little crowded outside, nothing insane, and he (the doorman) sees me and says c'mon Vegas are you by yourself? Im like Naa, im with these two ladies and my dude.

Here is where it gets CRAAZY! He looks me dead in my face and says "I cant do that tonight"
{insert blank screw face look here}

Que??? Did i miss something? FIRST OF ALL LETS BE PERFECTLY CLEAR - I DONT ASSOCIATE MYSELF WITH WACK BITCHES, so the ladies i was with were absolutely good money!!

So i say.... You cant let these two ladies in with me?
He was like naaa, i cant do that tonight. You are good, but I cant let them in!

WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOORD!!!!!!!!!

Aight, let me go in and talk to the promoter.

Mind you, im in Pink Elephant EVERY WEDNESDAY!! They ppl i was with got a table there last week and spent an easy 1200. I book tables for the promoter, i send people there all the time, they have made a good amount of money off my clients

Anyway, the promoter is giving me the shuck and jive talk in the club, like im some kind of new dude trying to slide past coat check so im like WORD? This is what we are doing now??? When yall need athletes and artist im on speed dial, and i have 2 ladies outside and now everyone is Jason Bourne out this bitch!!! I see you homie! You can keep your fucking spirit fingers. Im grown homie, i dont beg for shyt ... im not standing outside anyone's club linedressing and copping please hoping for favors, b/c trust me, everyone needs a favor from Vegas in NYC. EVERYONE!!!! I dont cop please, i got a good lawyer!


I see the game we playing!