Red Tie Soiree

Just got back from the 2009 edition of the Red Tie Soiree.

Why do I do this to myself? This time it was even worse than last year.

Any party that is predominated with black people is not really my thing. That is dominated by any race. Period. Why can't we all get along, including party together? This year I had second thoughts because last year it was the epitome of men standing around with their dicks in their hand, afraid to chat up the ladies. So I thought of boycotting it this year. But I went to it for 2 reasons:

1) A chance to see black men dressed in suits. The only other time you get to see that is in church.

2) I had nothing better going and it's the holidays.

This time it was more of a coming out to a dinner party with your girlfriend kind of gig for a lot of the people. And then the few of us that were not with our "fellas" were gathered in female groups taking pictures of themselves as if this was the prom. Then, there is the solo dude who stands by himself thinking you want to ask him out when you ask a simple question like, are you enjoying yourself? He just steps back and goes "Oh-er, she's trying to hit on me."

What on earth for, Atlanta? And then he stands in the corner all night buying drinks for himself and texting God knows who? And insists he is having a good time when you ask him.

Then, there was the photographer who had an aversion to taking pictures of: 1) women who are covered up and not showing any cleavage (how dare you not show any skin in 30 degree weather), or 2) women who are standing by themselves seemingly enjoying themselves. If you are not with a guy, or with snickering groups of girls, he really had no business taking your picture. You see photographers even hate the soloists!

The only redeeming quality was the DJ. But he messed it up when he moved from the old school classics like SWV and Aaliyah to this new school shit where they swear every second word. So with that I left. I will not attempt this again. And please if you are by yourself, next Christmas, do not attempt it either, not unless you went to Moorehouse, Spelling, GA Tech or some shit like that.

To illustrate just how sad this event was, as soon as I got there I did a quick peruse and then, ordered a glass of wine hoping it would ease me into the evening. Usually that always works, the alcohol always helps ease the nerves and helps you loosen up. But a horrible $8 glass of Chardonnay later, this could not be helped. No amount of alcohol would have redeemed this place. I was better off going to Smiths Olde Bar throwing down cheap shots and listening to some aspiring songwriters play an acoustic set. I would have been overdressed but I would have had some good unpretentious fun and had fewer women flash their boobs in my face too.