It’s Friday night and quite naturally I want to turn it up a bit. So I check out a few email blasts and decided to check out what Vanquish had to offer.
“Vanquish presents Happier Hours + SOCIETY… Where You Belong. Each & Every Friday. The Happier Happy Hour. We Work Hard. We play Harder,” it read.
Starting at 6:30pm it offered a complimentary guest list entry before 10:30pm, live music by Quinn and Jukebox band and free hors d’oeuvres.
It’s Friday. And I’m feeling good, looking good and ready to party. My gal pal and I arrived at Vanquish at 7:00 and surprisingly the swanky nightspot wasn’t so “Happier” after all.
What next? One wouldn’t dare waste expensive perfume, cute shoes, a form-fitting ensemble and $10 of parking money to a place that had more chairs in it than people.
Plan B. The bar at the Loews hotel.
How convenient. The Loews hotel just a few steps away with a full-service bar—let’s go!
Upon arrival at the hotel we were greeted by friendly and attentive bartenders ready to take our drink orders. We order a glass of relatively pricey drinks, toast to the night and prepare for Friday night take off.
Always ready to mingle, we strike a conversation with a gentleman who was sitting next to us at the bar.
The nice gentleman obliges, names are exchanged and a few laughs before he excused himself to the drum set and Spanish guitar positioned on the other side of the bar area.
Live music! The night is taking a turn for the better.
The duo proceeded to play the sultriest Latin influenced music an ear could ever hear. The more they played the more people came. Before long, the bar area at Loews had become the “Happiest” hour of the night.
A few rounds and a couple of hours later it’s time to run it back to Vanquish—besides we’ve got no cover for another 30 minutes.
We pay our tab and strut our way through the crowd of people in town for the slew of events Atlanta had to offer on my birthday weekend.
By now it is 10:00pm and the energy in the “A” is absolutely electrifying. The moon is illuminating the night, cars are dressed up and ready for valet and Vanquish has a line outside its door.
Yep, Vanquish has become the hotspot it is known to be.
IDs checked, purses poked and examined for the usual. Complimentary pass validated it is now time to party.
Upon re-entry, Vanquish is not the same as it was just a few hours before. Vanquish is in total “party-like-a-rock-star-mode.”
Quinn and Jukebox had the packed club on its feet. Singing and dancing along to its cool tunes.
The once ghost town was now reminiscent of a scene from “House Party” 1, 2 and 3. Folk in the building were representing everything from their sorority, fraternity and guests who were celebrating birthdays and life in general.
Hookah pipes vanquished any other likely smoke in the air.
The DJ was so on point that the MC strolled about the club like a minister recruiting sinners to redemption.
I must say, it was a good night. It was the best prelude to a birthday weekend. My bestie and I had the sort of night only the “A” can provide. It’s the kind of night that needs no direction just the wind to help the night take flight.