Overheard by Jenisfamous

Last night I attended the grand opening of Comix, the meatpacking district's new comedy club, and saw performances by Kathy Griffin and David Spade from a table not more than fifteen feet away! (Also, oddly, I received a gift bag containing Comix-branded surgical scrubs -- anyone know why these exist in the first place?)

While waiting outside (in line, like everyone else), I overheard this:

Short, round man trying to skip the line: Is there a press list?

Effeminate, black-clad bouncer: Are you, like, covering the event or attending it? Are you red-carpet?

Short, round man trying to skip the line: Um, I write a blog....

Effeminate, black-clad bouncer: You have to go to the back of the line.