I want a dance club that caters to day drinkers. What you need to succeed:
- A bar
- A dancefloor
- A DJ
- Business hours from 11 AM to 5 PM
The number of weddings I’m invited to these days are few and far between, and the regular clubs don’t get cranking until at least 10:48 PM. That is way too late for my old ass.
I love to whoop it up, but I also like to be in bed by 9 PM at the latest, reading one if the 50+ books I have waiting on my bookshelf. Want to invite me to dinner? You got a reservation for 5 PM? I think I love you. I might be blonde on the outside, but I am a blue hair on the inside. I cannot hang if you want to go dancing around the time the local news comes on air.
The Early Bird Gets to Read Books in Bed
A few weeks ago I went to see Pitbull at Mohegan Sun. It was one of the best concerts I’ve ever been to, and I can attritbue that to 3 reasons. One, it was Pitbull. Two, he started exactly on time, 8 PM. Three, he was finished exactly on time, 10 PM.
Nothing but respect for my President.
I’m a lady who likes to have a good time. I enjoy an interesting cocktail. I enjoy sweating my fanny off at the club. I’m a good time girl, but the big deviation—at least by traditional party girl standards—is the TIME when I like to enjoy the good. I like to have fun EARLY.
Slay at that Day (Drinking)
Day drinking is where the best drinking lives. It’s cheaper, because I’m buzzed at 2 drinks. It’s healthier because I get my sleep. And then when I want to get my dance on, the best I can do is crank up the Sonos in my kitchen and blast Cher, Air Supply, and Bieber, much to the chagrin of my next door neighbor and retired 4th-grade teach, Steve D.
My boyfriend recently had the idea to open a gay club in Newport (because we don’t have one) and call it Mandate. I made him promise to have day drinking dance parties on the weekend called Mandatory. I’m already crafting a cocktail list for him.
- The Busy Phillips – Mezcal with grapefruit juice, splash of St. Germain
- The Elizabeth Jennings – Vodka, honey, simple syrup, splash of bitters
- The David Levy – Brut Champagne, Grand Marnier, muddled strawberry
- The Angie – Miraval rosé, gin, lavender syrup
- The Influencer – Midori Sour in a coupe glass, with a pink sugared rim
The DJ needs to stay in his lane yet understand who his customer is. He can impress me with some new tune he found in Ibiza, but it better be followed up by Madonna’s “Ray of Light,” Britney’s “Oops, I Did It Again,” and Nelly’s “Hot in Herre.” Hell, he can even throw in Kool and the Gang’s “Celebration” for my day drunk ass. I. Will. Dance. To. That. All I need is the parquet floor to do it!
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