So Brooklyn Bowl made a waiter out of me. That's because everybody lined up and waited their turn for the Snoop Dogg gig at the Williamsburg mega-alley. It was so refreshing to see everyone turn in to equals at the show—even the record exec-types, with their limo parked like it’s hot, were made to cue up. Then they carded me! ID'ing me is like asking Ron Jeremy if he's a virgin. Even my shoes were older than 21.

I won't bother to tell you what songs Snoop performed. You know what songs he performed. The crowd was of the Brooklyn hipster variety, maybe a little older than usual, and the venue was sold out. Brooklyn Bowl is almost perfect, certainly a wonderfully intimate setting to see a show like this. The only downside of the place is it’s really hard to buy a drink. Seeing as I write about clubs and what works and what doesn't, I’ll send them a message. Their 40-foot main bar is as inefficient as it gets. Bartenders are running all over the place to get things they need while the crowd is 3 deep and patiently waiting. Anytime a barkeep is traveling 15 feet to get a glass or ring up something or get a bottle, the joint is losing loot and the customer is not too happy. The crowd was patient and chatty but it took everyone at least 15 minutes to buy anything.

We positioned ourselves stage right, front row. We watched the Dogg entourage leak onto the big stage. Bambu' paper (and now Bambu' clothing) line honcho Sarah Saiger joined us with Avenue's Rich Thomas and his lovely 4-month preggers wife Tamie. The security was dressed in smokin' three-button suits that didn’t come with a smile. They checked out the scene without moving, looking like giant upholstered couches. Their serious eyes scanning the crowd for a maniac. There were no dangers in this crowd, it was all so mellow, a far cry from 17 years ago when Snoop came from the edge. Now he's a lover and we watched the girls push their way to the front to sing along and flirt. He came on with hoopla, Yankee gear and a diamond-studded mic.

Brooklyn Bowl is intimate. We were all right there, up front and personal. Snoop’s tall, thin frame made his clothes hang off him like a new suit on a hanger. His "seen it all" eyes were smiling. For all the 30 million records sold, movies, TV and coaching, Snoop doesn’t really do much on stage. He's got his lean down perfect. He's perfected the hang, he'll give it a little sway while his feet rarely move. He's sort of like a marionette, with his arms dangling or pumping up the crowd. The posters on the way in celebrated Malice in Wonderland which came out over Christmas. Doesn’t Christmas seem like years ago? He blazed through his anthems, adding tribute covers for Tupac and Biggie. The crowd knew all the words to Biggie's best and Snoop let them sing it all out alone. Sexual seduction was prefaced with "you know I’m not much of an R&B singer,” though it didn’t matter what he did, he sells everything with his cool. He had a group of girls in the front rows just dying. He sang to them all night, although I got the feeling he wouldn’t hit any one of them but maybe all 9 of them. His playlist is the history of the Bedford L train and the twenty-somethings who grew up on him. They continued to prove that they knew all the words, as if it validated their street smarts. The only peeps who weren’t sure were his sidekicks, who continuously checked in on the teleprompter for reminders. One performer actually had his cell phone out and was "corresponding" with his back to the crowd. It sort of worked, the casual approach, the “I’m so smooth, cool, hot, hip” and the "I'm just hanging with you at this party" attitude. Anything could slide and although there was never a frenzy, it was an orgasmic escape from the troubles of the world. We all felt it was nice to be in the same room with them and see Snoop up there enjoying himself, floating like a butterfly and stinging like he still believed.

Cocktail waitresses brought me Diet Cokes and I couldn’t think of the last time I ordered from a cocktail waitress. In an “oops” moment that made my gal smile, I caught myself singing "I got the rolly on my arm and I'm pouring Chandon." I love my weekly excursions to Brooklyn, I love Brooklyn Bowl.

I read that Snoop was just added to that Glastonbury festival thing this June. He's finally allowed back in England after a four year ban. Everybody in the world will be playing this thing, including U2, Stevie Wonder, Slash, MGMT, The Pet Shop Boys and Shakira—even Vanila Ice! For rizzle!!!