It appears that the battle was won but the outcome of the war is severely muddled.
While the Friday night Juke Jams were shut down, the Metropolitan quickly rebounded by booking a “for ladies only” strip show in its space last week.
How do I know?
Easy---I simply asked a few of the ladies pouring out of the cars parked on my street.
They were all too eager to chat about where they were going and the type of show that was going on inside.
As a matter of fact, it seemed that tickets could be purchased in advance so there had to be some type of publicity or word of mouth. If I wasn’t in so much pain from my knee injury earlier in the week, I would have limped down there to see if I could have bought a ticket and seen the show.
More on my personal reenactment of the ice capades later.
These latest incidents reinforce my belief that whoever’s in charge at the Metropolitan is making some questionable decisions regarding the rental of their space.
Furthermore, I have serious questions about proper licensing and zoning issues.
Now I haven’t thoroughly checked everything out, but I believe our little piece of paradise is zoned residential, not commercial---but then of course I could be wrong.
Nonetheless, it’s always a good idea to run an party space in the same building as a substance abuse recovery program so what do I know?
Interestingly enough I did manage to find out that when one throws a large party or one where money an admission is being charged; it is the responsibility of the promoter or the host to make sure that the venue in question has all of the proper permits, licenses, safety features and apparatuses.
If the venue doesn’t have all of its ducks in a row, a responsible promoter would be crazy to stage his or her parties at the venue for fear of a possible lawsuit.
So caveat emptor when buying your ticket to these events. The party may be poppin’ but a panicked crowd of people in a venue that may or may have its permits, licensing and inspection by the fire department is a place that I have no desire to be.
Frankly speaking, that scenario is quite a possible with a novice or negligent party promoter.
I know what you’re thinking---Let’s not even talking about security and parking.
So while it would be easy for me to piss and moan about an impending disaster across the street, in actuality I don’t really know what’s exactly going on.
I don’t know who’s running the show.
I don’t know who’s promoting and hosting most of the parties.
I don’t know what type of setup the Metropolitan has or if our little hoody hoo is zoned for such a venture.
I don’t even know if neighborhood input would be welcomed or even considered.
But I’m sure as hell gonna find out.