Leaving the club at 4 AM was a war zone. You emerged into the neon-lit parking lot, ears ringing. You hailed a cab by whistling (no Uber), or you piled into your friend’s Scion xB that smelled like cigarette smoke and Red Bull.
The entertainment in 2008 was transitional. Hip-hop was glitzy (Bling Era still hanging on), Electroclash was dying, and Auto-Tune was becoming a lead vocalist. Front Of The Class -2008-
To be "Front of the CL" in 2008 meant you understood the hierarchy. You didn't buy drinks at the bar; you ordered a table . The bottle girls carried sparklers. You bought a $400 bottle of Grey Goose or Ciroc, and you got a "mixer" of cranberry juice the size of a thimble. Leaving the club at 4 AM was a war zone