On a business trip
to Monaco, one of the 2 colleagues I was with wanted to impress us. We were there in order to schmooze rich people into investing money in our emerging markets property development company, this was last December so we weren't having much luck. DP, the colleague in question, was a typical snotty London property boy who was a regular at the Monaco grand prix and had a few rich buddies in town that we thought might give us a bob or two.
Apparently during the grand prix, the nightclub in question, Jimmy's, is absolutely rammed, entrance fee is over 100 Euro and drinks are about as much, and you can only get in if you know someone. This was what he said to recommend it to us.
It was already past midnight and I would really rather have gone back to the ludicrously swanky hotel but we ended up going to this club, the three of us plus some of the rich twats we had had dinner with. DP was going on about how amazing this place was, and that 'now we would be able to impress our friends by saying we'd been to Jimmy's'. I didn't bother pointing out that I doubted any of my friends would have heard of Jimmy's, and if they were the kind of person that would be impressed that I had been there, they almost certainly wouldn't be my friends.
So we went in, about 6 of us. The only other people in the club were the staff, who outnumbered us by 100%. It wasn't even a particularly nice club. Not to be deterred, DP and a particularly obnoxious Aussie stockbroker decided to request the DJ play Paradise City and had a dance-off on the large round dancefloor in the centre of the club. By that time one or two other unlucky people had arrived.
Once they had finished and I had sipped the last drop of my 10 Euro can of Sprite, we finally made our way out. DP still saying 'well at least you can say you've been to Jimmy's!' and seeming to think it incredibly rude of me to not be falling about with how impressed I was.
(CaraVAGgio, Wed 8 Apr 2009, 20:50, Reply)