A few sheets to the wind
So I'm remotely blogging again. Tonight I'm at The Good Life in Boston, my favorite bar in the whole friggin' world (the Luba Lounge in Montreal is a close 2nd).
The group that has gathered here is ecclectic, to say the least, and that's partially by design. Its a Saturday night and the early crowd is still lingering (mostly folks in their 30s and 40s; the "pre-gamers" and a birthday party) and the clubbing crowd is in full effect.
I can't get over the dichotomoty (and I can't get over the fact that I'm sober enough to use that word) of the peak-earning-years crowd, mixing with the hip-hop-loving, just-out-of-college, DJ-following crowd. Black & white, nobody cares what you look like.
Its almost unnatural.
The music is getting louder with every song and I can't even begin to comprehend how people are maintaing conversations. My ears are absolutely aching with the puslating base of old-school hip-hop and people screaming at each other so that they can be heard over the din. People are pressed up against each other as they try to writhe on the dance floor or move over toward the bar.
Its wonderful.
...
Sorry, I had to use the bathroom there. (Isn't live blogging *great*?!)
So its an awesome night. The staff is kick-ass as always, and I am proud to say that I consider a couple of them friends... The crowd is amazing... The music is groovin'... And I don't know why the hell I am blogging this anymore!
I'm out.
The group that has gathered here is ecclectic, to say the least, and that's partially by design. Its a Saturday night and the early crowd is still lingering (mostly folks in their 30s and 40s; the "pre-gamers" and a birthday party) and the clubbing crowd is in full effect.
I can't get over the dichotomoty (and I can't get over the fact that I'm sober enough to use that word) of the peak-earning-years crowd, mixing with the hip-hop-loving, just-out-of-college, DJ-following crowd. Black & white, nobody cares what you look like.
Its almost unnatural.
The music is getting louder with every song and I can't even begin to comprehend how people are maintaing conversations. My ears are absolutely aching with the puslating base of old-school hip-hop and people screaming at each other so that they can be heard over the din. People are pressed up against each other as they try to writhe on the dance floor or move over toward the bar.
Its wonderful.
...
Sorry, I had to use the bathroom there. (Isn't live blogging *great*?!)
So its an awesome night. The staff is kick-ass as always, and I am proud to say that I consider a couple of them friends... The crowd is amazing... The music is groovin'... And I don't know why the hell I am blogging this anymore!
I'm out.
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