Last Sunday at 1 a.m. in the heart of the Seminole Hard Rock Hotel & Casino's party district, Gryphon doorman Julian Watterlot stalked around the megaclub's roughly ten-by-six-foot admission checkpoint. Twenty-five people -- men and women in blue jeans; pressed, long-sleeved, button-down shirts; and tight-fitting tanks -- were gathered on the perimeter of the blocked-off entrance,... More >>>