all the girls waiting in the line for the bathroom
the place: mantra, 52 temple place boston
the date: sunday, 03.08, 10:30ish
the plan: industry night, cocktails for amy’s birthday
I’ve actually had dinner at mantra before and I had no inclination to go back. I hated the space, I didn’t like the food. but, a friend knows the guy who runs the industry night, so there was a vip table and it was an excuse to wear a dress, and it was a birthday, so when I got the last minute invite, I got the dress and tights on in 7 minutes flat and headed out.
all the center tables are removed for the club night, and actually, the cavernous white marble filled space works a lot better in this context than it did for dinner. the scene was pretty typical — what looked like bu grads, a lot of atheletes, some music industry types, cute girls in cute tops and cute jeans, and a handful of complete hoochies.
the music was pretty good— contemporary hiphop/pop and some eighties mixed in here and there with no song lasting more than a minute or so and some cool transitions. I didn’t get the dj’s name, but I’m trying to figure it out because I would check him out again.
drinks, of course: I had a $12 grey goose and tonic, not large, not strong, but acceptable. then I had a gratis vodka cran from the bottle that came with the table. nothing special— it was too crowded to really have a chance to sample any of the interesting cocktails on their menu.
I didn’t hate it, but I probably wouldn’t go back. I spent most of the night heading outside with friends to smoke and left early. but it was all worth if for the best cab ride ever— the cabbie completely rocked out with us to elton john’s “rocket man” and it was epic.
