Feb 16 2009
Oh nostalgia, my fickle friend.
I made an appearance at an event this weekend held at my old hangout. For the most part I needed a change of scenery and this party seemed like the perfect opportunity. On some level I also wanted a little slice of nostalgia but it didn’t come in the form I expected.
I get there and immediately notice the bar is completely remodeled. Only a vague inclination of what my favorite weekend home used to be. Disappointing, but not intolerable. I settle in and wait for the fun to begin.
I fully expected a great show and great people. What I got was a mediocre performance which included two or three kids singing along to songs played by a DJ. (a.k.a. KARAOKE!) and some real assholes for “fans”. I have to hand it to the performers, though, because they actually had enough balls to pass off their little “gig” as a real show and even charged a cover!
I did end up seeing a couple of people I hadn’t seen in a long time, but they were both the type of acquaintance that you wouldn’t approach right away because you can’t remember exactly how you know them…By the end of the night I witnessed two blood spattered people being escorted out and three police officers wielding mace and big black batons just waiting for an opportunity to use them. Hardly the nostalgic fun filled night I was looking forward to.





