Last night one of the owners of Cain had his birthday party at the club. Outside an aramada of club kids braved the rain to try to talk their way in. Many of the women in their ultra short skirts had their jackets yanked above their heads transforming like some sort of weird sexual beast that surrealist would have come up with. The anger was palpable among the throngs - "I'm cool. I know so and so. Why the hell aren't you letting me in?" It never occured to these people that this was a guy's party so, you know what, he should be able to only let people in he wants. Yeah, there are always the folks who knows bouncers and doormen, but seriously, is the sense of entitlement out their so great that people really think they deserve to be at someone's birthday party? Sometime's you're not invited. Live with it.