Oh, Pacha!
Appropriately, my NYC club scene cherry was popped at Pacha NYC, and in style, no less. DJ Boris was spinning in Celebration of his own birthday, in Bash fashion, and I joined some of his friends at a table upstairs overlooking the mayhem and madness of the party below.
The club was gorgeous and posh, and the mood was hyped at 2 am when we arrived. Smoke machines filled the room, sliced by the beat and the pulse of colored lights. Women danced in sectioned-off booths on either side of us, and hung from the ceiling in the center of the club, writhing and dancing seductively in sheets, setting a celebratory mood. Service was flawless, bottles were flowing and drinks were expertly mixed by my host, as we danced the night away. The energy in Pacha didn’t let down for one second, and did not seem to have any intention to slow down when I left at 6 am.
