UPDATE

Robin got us on the list for that new club, Okay. As a rule, I only frequent clubs where admittance is contingent upon a series of passwords, hidden stairwells, and a dress code that leans towards the formal, but my buddy Ted really really wants to go. Rather than listen to him cry like a little girl, I have Euroshirted up, prepared to procure maximum layage with minimal effort, and will post my review of Club Okay upon my return.