DOOR: Pink Elephant
NAME: Alexander Julian
SHIFT: Wed and Thurs (Fri and Sat in the Hamptons)
UNIFORM: You can tell how I'm feeling by what I'm wearing. If it's something colorful, I'm in a pretty good mood. If it's something dark, it's a big night and I want to be on all cylinders.
HOMETOWN: New York City, Lower East Side.
FORMER DOORS: Home, Guesthouse, Bed Rooftop, ReHab, Cain Hamptons
FAVORITE BOOK: The Count of Monte Cristo
REJECTION RATE: 40%
REQUIRED GIRL/GUY RATIO: 60/40
DOOR PHILOSOPHY: If you're contributing something to the party, there's a good chance you're getting in.
LARGEST BRIBE REJECTED: $1,000. I don't remember who it was from, it was probably a set of guidos. No one spends or travels in groups like they do.
BEST WAY TO "CURRY FAVOR": Sometimes someone will give me a hundred dollar bill at the end of the night, and say, "Thanks for everything, I just wanted to introduce myself." I'll remember that.
BIGGEST SUSTAINED INJURY: None, knock on wood.
B&T TELLTALE: Big jewelry, the "Growing Up Gotti" hair...uh oh, I'm going to get a visit now. But sometimes the B&T have much better attitudes than the people here, or for example people from London. I have people come up to me and say, "I'm from London." I don't care. They stamped your passport, but it doesn't mean you're getting in here.
AUTOMATIC DQ'S: Rudeness, obnoxious behavior. Poorly dressed. A bunch of guys, any more than three or four. Telling me that you're a friend of the owner, that I won't have a job tomorrow.
AUTOMATIC ENTRIES: A good looking crowd that's willing to spend, or a good looking crowd that's nice.
CLOTHING DON'TS: I hate khakis. Guys have this thing I call "The Uniform," khakis with the striped Banana Republic button down shirt, and one has the black with the white stripes, one has the white with the black stripes. Sunglasses at night. For women, open-toed shoes with their toes hanging over the edges.
BEST LINE TO USE: I like to laugh, so if you can make me laugh, that's good.
WORST LINE TO USE: "Do you know who I am?" Also, the last thing I want to hear at the end of the night is my name—"Alex, Alex, Alex."