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Over the weekend I worked the guest list at a downtown club and let me tell you, there is no sense of power like a clipboard in hand and a line down the block. I was told in advance to work at my own pace and not let anyone intimidate me so I focused on getting my job right instead of getting people out of the cold.

It was funny place for me because I’m far from a club kid- I’m more comfortable in jeans and a dive bar than half dressed backed by thumping beats. I didn’t even remember the big name DJ people were coming to see, so I could have easily pissed off his girlfriend or BFF. Luckily, I think I slid right through those velvet ropes without an incident.

When it came to people trying to talk their way in, I made my own set of rules. It wasn’t about how they were dressed or how much money they waved in my face- I left that to the bouncers pulling them out of line. By the time they got to me it was a simple matter of manners.

I had boys and girls who were obviously used to talking their way into anywhere give me attitude- they waited their turn. Another humble group who pulled me aside quietly and apologized for their party being one person larger than their reservation got to ride the fast track inside.

When I asked one guy his name, he responded with the ever creative “What do you want it to be?” I rolled my eyes, but let him redeem himself by saying that he had a long and difficult to pronounce last name and showing me his ID. Then, with a flash of an adorable grin, he won his way in (hey, the bouncers can’t have all the fun!). “Hey, thanks,” he said, “will you meet me inside and let me buy you a drink later? What’s your name?” he called as the crowd shuffled him towards the entrance.

I answered the only way I could think of, “What do you want it to be?”

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