Platinum Playhouse at Siren Studios!
So upon first glance, Siren Studios appeared to be everything I expected of an upscale club designed to hold the thousands of people my promotion group, Diamond Cuts, and Paradise Entertainment promoted to for our “Platinum Playhouse New Years Eve Bash”. It had a large, spacious dance floor, secluded V.I.P. balconies, two mellow rooms with comfy looking couches where you could go to gather a few quiet moments with a new cutie, and an open bar
However, after a closer inspection the enchantment I initially felt when walking into this club dissolved. Actually, as soon as I walked in the club I noticed a few small yet significant and perhaps dangerous qualities. For instance, instead of having stairs leading down into the club, there was a steep and slippery ramp that all the ladies were expected to somehow not tumble down. And believe me, in 4-inch heels, that is not easy feat. Then, as I customarily do after entering a club, I went in search of the Ladies Room to check out my fit and make sure everything was copasetic. Unfortunately, I quickly encountered yet another problem. No Bathrooms! Ok, let me rephrase that. There were bathrooms in the establishment but they were all off limits to the patrons. Hmmm… Where were the patrons expected to go? How about outside the club and into the porter potties waiting on the side. Lol. Oh, I don’t think so. That might be okay for the guys but I don’t want any splashes anywhere near my new shoes.
On the bright side, the open bar did help me get over my early discomfort and as I glanced around the room, I noticed that everyone else appeared to be enjoying themselves as well. One small downfall of the open bar was that the dance floor was made of wood and once a few drinks got spilled on it, it was all down-hill from there. Down a few ladies went! Lol. I did, however, manage to find an upstairs “indoor” restroom in the V.I.P. balcony section. I guess there are a few perks to being a bottle-popper
All in all, I can honestly say I had a nice time at Siren. Minus having to baby-sit a few drunken compadres and hold a friend’s hair back as she vomited into a nearby wastebasket from too much tequila, I guess I rung the New Year in right.








