Just got back from a very successful NY junket. I still love NYC.
I hung out in about a dozen bars, restaurants and club during my trip. It was only at one club, Jay-Z's 40/40 Club that I was searched for weapons. I was marginally insulted, but I went in anyway. It has been a while since I've been clubbing as a single man, but I remember the drill.
Cultural question of the day. When you go out to a club, should you expect to be patted down and searched for weapons? What does that say about virtue?
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