The Rich and the Beautiful
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What I did
It started at Haven. Initially we were set to eat at Two Urban Licks with a group, but plans changed and Rufio and I were on our own. We decided to try out a local bistro, much to our enjoyment. Our server, Kelly, stopped in the middle of her recitement of the specials to tell me how adorable I was. My confidence boosted for the evening, we dove into our meals. Completely underrated, Haven fed us a gourmet meal accompanied by fantastic customer service. Kelly engaged in friendly conversation with us during and after our meal, as well as recommended some great wines. Upon leaving, she pulled a self proclaimed "sideways" waiter outside while we waited for the valet
Kelly: "You have to tell them what you just said."
Gay Waiter: "What?? I said she was adorable. And I'm sideways. Now YOU on the other hand...", pointing at Rufio.
Rufio and I left with our heads held high. Baker Ballew ( greatest name ever, I know) picked us up and we made our way to the famed W Midtown. We met the rest of the crew and had a drink in the posh hotel lobby bar before setting out to Opera, allegedly the largest club in the southeast. We were quickly banded in front of the lengthy line outside, and made our way to the VIP lounge upstairs. With free Moet flowing from scantily clad waitresses, we danced and watched the proletariat below. Opera is one of the most impressive clubs I've seen, set in an old theatre. The VIP tables and lounges overlook the center dance floor, crowded with revelers dancng the night away. We sipped our champagne and felt priveleged for a few hours.
At closing time we boarded a party bus. Neither of us were sure where we were going, but it had to get us closer to home we assumed. We were wrong. Minutes later we pulled up at a late hours 21st century speakeasy in Little Five Points. Presumably owned by an Asian mob family, iLounge was a hidden gem in the heart of the city. We drank and minded our manners as best as possible until 4 am. We had to hail a cab before either of us made a fool of ourselves in front of the organized crime family wearily circling the club. With that we ended an ATL night for the record books.