Kept waiting ... and waiting

Maria Elena Fernandez had a decidedly different experience at Ivar than I did on a recent Saturday night (“Choose the mood,” Oct. 24). Anger was my “unchosen” mood. This is likely because she entered knowingly into the owner’s promotion scheme, whereas I was an unwitting participant.

I was invited to a birthday party and was told to get to the club around 10 p.m. I was on a “priority” guest list and my cover was being waived.

My friend and I arrived around 10:30 p.m. to find 150 people waiting outside. I informed the man behind the infamous velvet rope that we were on the list. Without looking down at the list or at me, he brusquely replied, “Yeah, that line over there.”

We waited ... and waited. 11:00. 11:30. One of the security guys informs me that the club is nowhere near being full.

Glancing at the cruisers on Hollywood Boulevard, I realize that we are unpaid cast members in the ownership’s advertising campaign. The cruisers must be asking themselves, “Wow, what’s that hot new place that people are waiting to get into?”

By 11:40 Napoleon ClipBoardaparte deigns to let us in. I’m now told that the cover is 20 bucks! “I was told that the cover for guests was waived,” I protest.

“That was for people who arrive before 11:00 p.m.,” ClipBoardaparte replies.

I walked out. The “velvet rope” is a part of New York culture that Angelenos shouldn’t stand for. L.A. is about space. We don’t live in tiny apartments. We can get together anywhere.

Nareg Keshishian

Hollywood