Thumbs Down: the Old Dudes at the Society Opening

Gentlemen,

You know how when you're 18, at the clubs, and you notice there's that one weird old dude drinking at the bar, or however that Chris Rock bit goes?

Now, I'm all for staying connected to one's youth, so long as there's some sense of decorum about it. I'm certainly not saying that one has to stay under house arrest after hitting 40. But the last thing I want to see when I go out is some old dude, balding ungracefully, decked out in a tight turtleneck and blazer (y'know, that 70's ala Ice Storm kinda look), hitting on girls that I could have conceivably fathered, and doing that weird old dude dance which is basically just a lot of uncomfortable hip swaying.

Sure, there's a lot of gals that could be into that, particularly in Yaletown and when a lot of disposable income is involved (this is not a critique of the restaurant itself, btw, which seemed nice enough other than being super claustrophobic; I really couldn't get to the food because that would've involved bodily contact with you ol' lads) - some poor bastard is going to have to foot that Chanel clutch sugardaddy bill. But, hey: we're going for quality, not quantity, right?

Even if you're intent on that hunt, lemme tell you: (i) house music is not your friend, (ii) the waitress is not interested (insisting on feeling her abs because you're really interested in her workout regiment is not a mastermind strategy), and (iii) you cannot pull it off. If you're going to let the dollar bill do the talking, at least sit the fuck down and flaunt it with style. Have you not watched those Dos Equis commercials? Burn that shit up with a cigar, and not with awkward staring and groping!