Last Wednesday at Blonde, we were eavesdropping on two women trading gossip at the bar. "I have a new boyfriend's credit card," one exclaimed. She proceeded to open a tab on said card, then excused herself to "go potty." Meanwhile, up above, DJ
Shaun Duval was spinning the hot shit. Every Wednesday night, Duval presides, sometimes bringing out the cheesy Baltimore Club imitations, as if to compose the soundtrack to the crowd's flaunting of all things glorious and superficial. (Fergie's "Glamorous" is a big hit here.) Then again, Blonde is pretty much the only spot on the Plaza that has the balls to play hip-hop and club music. Mac Lethal might have poked fun at
all the really hot girls at Blonde, but at least the place got the beats.
