NYDN – After a ferocious April 12 fight at the exclusive and usually civilized 8,600-member private social club resulted in two arrests, NYAC President S. Colin O’Neill has issued a letter to members calling the incident “abhorrent” and promising that “appropriate action is being taken against all of those involved” as well as those who are blabbing about the incident via social media. An NYAC insider tells us that the melee took place at a gathering of the organization’s Mercury Society, and it’s the sotto voce talk of the club, despite fears that anyone discovered discussing the free-for-all could lose membership. Although O’Neill and the club’s spokesman did not respond to requests for comment by deadline, a vivid account of the fight was posted on the Wall Street Jackass blog (wallstreetjackass.typepad.com).

It’s tough to elaborate on it’s epicness but I’ll do my best. It started near the booths that are across from the bar, so everyone at the bar and not involved quickly got pushed towards the windows facing the park.
The brawl then expanded from the booths to the bar so no one could leave unless you wanted to to go through the lion’s pit so we all just stood ( I eventually took a seat with Stephan and some girls) and watched it all unfold. It came in HOT.

Not sure the reason but it seemed to be about a girl. After about 30 seconds it was just threats being yelled. Anyway, probably two broken noses right off the back, one dude knocked straight on his butt on the first punch, glasses thrown, broken glass everywhere , and all the tables turned over or shoved to the side, they were making their arena…..The first break in the fight occurred when a random guy hopped in to break it up, his girlfriend by his side . The commotion ended so everyone thought ,  until somebody knocked the guy’s girlfriend over and this kid laid one dude right out. So now the fight expanded to three groups, three wolfpacks. Girl got knocked over again ……Second stoppage occurred after a good five minutes when Luis the bartender joined forces to come in and stop it.  BIG MISTAKE , Luis fell like a bag of sand after a fairly aggressive push and he started screaming ” Call nine eleven” . radios were grabbed and called, and these guys were eventually getting chaperoned out. It was all done , fight over . But No, it wasn’t done…some pudgy kid comes out of no where , I honestly don’t think he was even involved, and connected straight into a much bigger kids dome piece, couldn’t have connected better, the kid hit , hits a table, broken everything on the ground. Finally a bunch of guys push the crowd of fighters out of the bar, they get in the elevator and by the time I got down there 10 cops were arresting all of them.

Oh my! Do you know how many pairs of Louboutins could have been ruined in this melee! I bet the buttons on these guys blazers were ripped off! I even heard there was wine spilled on someone’s Vineyard Vines shirt! The horror! The humanity!

Love this kinda shit. I’ve never gone to one of these Thursday night soirees at the NYAC, but a few of my bougie friends do. If I tried to go I’m pretty sure when I showed up in a Forever Lazy they’d tell me I didn’t have proper attire. They’d probably direct me to the entrance for “the help” and tell me to change into my uniform. But anyway these Thursday night banquets just seem like a riot to me. It just seems like its a bunch of guys who go by the name Trip pretending to be high society. A bunch of broads who wanna play dress up and drink Veuve Clicquot and pretend they’re Julia Roberts in Pretty Woman. Its like fuckin Halloween in that place. Its like in college when people throw those theme parties “CEOs and Tennis Hoes” except everyone is in their late 20s and they actually believe they are fancy. Except then you hear a story about fat kids breaking noses and girls being clocked and tables being flipped and you realize its all a bunch of bullshit. Like this is the same place that won’t let people sit a table and eat dinner unless they’re wearing a sport coat, but their members are fighting girls and punching bartenders? Pretty sure you have to use separate entrances if you’re in work out clothes, but people are getting slammed through furniture like the Spanish announcers table? Real classy joint! To be honest if the NYAC was like this more often instead of their stuffy bougie bullshit, I’d probably wanna go.

Sidenote – Best part of the whole story is the guy yelling to call “nine eleven.”

PS  – Here’s a letter from the club about how none of the members are allowed to talk about the fight because its bad for “the Club”

Don’t ruin the reputation of this Club by talking about how the members of this club cannot behave themselves and are ruining the reputation of this Club! Notice the capital C’s when I write CLUB! I mean business!