“Hi ladies, come on through.” We decline her offer to show us to our booth. We hold hands and make our way up the stairs to the VIP section. I guess you could say Nik does well for himself.

The line for entry is always down the street and the dance floor is always packed. VIP consists of different shaped booths which are soft leather and crazy comfortable.

Booths and tables line the outer area, the bar is the entire back of the room and the dance floor is lowered slightly. Downstairs is set in the shape of the letter U. There are two floors, upstairs is VIP and downstairs is the regular club area. But apart from that, it’s a regular club with drinks and good music. The whole club has a whimsical feel to it. They rock long white blonde wigs and dramatic pale makeup. The waitresses all wear short Alice costume dresses with thigh high white stocking and white pumps. The White Rabbit is, by far, the most awesome club I’ve ever been to. This is the only place aside from my apartment that I can let go and unwind after a rough week. We never pay for a thing and have the largest booth in the VIP section. We all take turns kissing his cheek and head on into the club. He looks like a bear, but he’s a total kitten. B-Rock likes to act up a little and we love him so much that we play along. Damn, you girls are looking good tonight. We approach and he says, “I thought I recognized that craziness. B-Rock, the huge African American bald doorman, chuckles and shakes his head when he sees us. The cab pulls up to The White Rabbit and we whoop as we exit.

I mentally pray that I don’t look like an abstract Picasso. I guess subconsciously I am peacocking with my outfit. When we’re ready to go, we hop in the cab I called for and we’re off. Then I demanded, I mean asked, she ordered ten, and within two weeks on the racks, they were sold. When Tina went on her scouting trip earlier this year, she sent me a picture of this dress and I knew immediately I had to have it. My makeup is done using a little eyeliner, a lot of mascara and pale pink lipstick. I finish my look with light yellow strappy pumps. So I decide, for one night, to go without. I can’t wear underwear under this dress, it shows the lines. You would think I’d look like a clown wearing a yellow dress with bright red hair but, somehow, it works. It comes a little above my knees, has long sleeves and is tight. Now that she and Trick are a sort-of item, she doesn’t dress for anyone but him anymore. Her long brown hair is half up and her makeup is minimal. Lola dresses in skinny black low-rider jeans, a white tank and strappy sandals.

Love Thy Neighbour by Belle Aurora