#iclubnyc

I was ready to conquer the world in my manolo's & aviator lens'... Yeah right, I'm a broke college kid. I was however, painting the town tonight; what color you may ask? RED. I sported a red and black floral sultry number and black nude tone wedges. Forget little black dress, cause mine is, was, and will be 10 times more suitable for these types of occasions. I arrived at Hudson Terrace and got my ID checked. A man off to the side of the bouncer,  handed me  a red and black shiny ticket. I handed it to the girl inside at the desk and went in the elevator up to the third floor. The red padded elevator spooked me out, none the less I was at NYFW's after party hosted by IClubNYC. Once I arrived at the third floor, I pushed past the 30 something year old men and checked out the place. All I saw were sloppy 18 year olds looking like they were at a bar mitzvah & juiced up guidos fist pumping on the floor. I quickly went to the bathroom then texted my friends letting them know the party wasn't worth it. A few blocks later we'd find ourselves at Therapy (the club).