to say that minc "isn't like dallas" would be an understatement. kevin had been taken there last time he was in town and everything i heard about it made me want to go.

just once.

and my visit probably could not have been better timed. i went with kevin and jefe first to a birthday party for one of the locals at xpo. old familiar faces greeted me and i was happy to see some. but xpo wasn't my vibe last night. i was in the mood to people watch.

minc is a place that people go "to check themselves being checked out" as kevin said. immediately upon crossing the club's threshold my face lit up with amusement seeing at least five guys wearing silk shirts and translucent pastel j-lo glasses. the place was packed with twenty-something and thirty-nothing image tramps vying for the top dog spot of most angered soul. a familiar face behind the bar served up our drinks and we wandered to the back patio.

we stood and talked with evan, katie, and molly who had come from the hostile environs of deep ellum as dark skinned uber models and unkempt manhattan mtv socialites mingled in one of two bathroom lines.

what amased me most about minc was how much these people dominated my attention. it wasn't until we were leaving, standing outside of the front door, that i noticed how many "normal" people there actually were in that bar.

i won't take you to minc, but i will suggest that you go. just once.

feel the vibe.