I wonder how much alcohol a blogger for the Times gets to expense for this gig?

Twice a week, Nocturnalist, our newest City Room feature, goes out at night so you don’t have to.

An excerpt:

The giant portraits of figures like George W. Bush and Donald J. Trump that lined the dance floor went mostly unnoticed, as most guests made their way to the V.I.P. balcony. (All it took to get by the young women guarding the door was a determined look.) The dance floor remained largely empty for most of the night, crisscrossed occasionally by a cross-dresser in glittering go-go boots who bounded around, head swiveling like an impala on the veld.
Upstairs, women in cocktail dresses cast sidelong glances at the fantastically costumed men sharing their banquette. “You know,” said one young man in a button-down shirt, trying to reclaim his date’s attention, “I would look amazing in a caution-tape thong.”