How About Some Clubbing Talk
Tuesday, September 12, 2023 9:00 PM
I’m definitely in a manic depressive cycle so be warned.
About five or six months ago I made it back to one of my favorite clubs after the Coof fiasco. It had been more than three and a half years since I stepped inside and I was immediately and warmly welcomed back. Very much a “Norm” moment of true excitement.
I was mobbed by old friends and new. Drinks all around on me. The stage was filled with lovely young girls vying for my attention and a good music selection played at a volume that didn’t drive me out into the street. After a while I had an epiphany. I was happy. Very happy. I felt like I was right where I belonged like a pig wallowing in shit. No one knew where I was. No phones or other electronic devices. Just cold beer and hot women.
Fast forward to Monday night and I’m back at that club for the first time since my previous visit. Only now I feel like that guy that doesn’t know when to leave the party. What a pathetic feeling.
I don’t know whether to make one last nostalgic visit this coming Saturday or whether I should probably do the right thing and never go back. So it’s self-respect or nostalgia. Either way I don’t think I’ll ever be back there in the future. There is a season for all things I guess.
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