Twas the night before District, when all through the club,
Not a melody played, not even a drum.
The discoball hung, on the ceiling with care,
In hopes that the music, soon would be there.
The clubbers were waiting, all patient on line,
While visions of light-shows, quickly passed time.
The doorman with scarf on, and I in my gloves,
Were both getting ready, for the DJ we love.
Then out through the crowd, came looks of much shock,
I turned my head quickly, to look down the block.
Down he came running, with records in sleeve,
He was finally here, I couldn't believe!
The party was starting, and all were prepared,
For hours of wonder, to which none can compare.
The District doors opened, running through we all went,
To dance our butts off, and our problems forget!
*THIS EVENT IS A CHARITY EVENT TO KEEP FELLOW NEW YORKERS WARM. PLEASE DONATE YOUR GENTLY USED COATS WHICH WILL BE GIVEN AWAY TO THE LESS FORTUNATE.
FREE ADMISSION ALL NIGHT with a coat donation!
Table reservations are first come first serve.
We will be operating at a reduced capacity.