It's been a minute since I've done one of these. I held off in case of writer's block for my test column. I ended up writing about the present lull period before (hopefully) the social life goes back to popping as it gets warmer.
I've noted for a while that my energy is zapped. The job thing has been bothering the shit out of me, to the point where I couldn't even allow myself to have fun because I've been thinking about it so much. I've been spending a lot of time at home watching TV -- as if you couldn't tell from all the VH1 Classics related posts. Mostly because it doesn't cost money to stay. I turned into a pill before my very eyes and others agreed -- but then again, what do I care what those sniffers think? Just kidding. Some of my nicest friends are addicts.
In trying to lift myself out of the blahs, I've reverted to some August era behaviors. I've gotten too comfortable in some surroundings and subsequently bored, so I'm back to walking and looking for something new (to me). I've found myself wrapping up nights in the lower LES/Chinatown, ending up miles from where I started. I forgot how I loved learning new streets and filling in the mental map. I've lifted the megaclub ban and went to Checkered with TrendVickster a few Fridays ago. I danced! and I liked it! It was a nice return to form. I did draw the line however at doing the Girls Gone Wild! repressed schtick at some wack ass haunt in the Village. There was a bachelorette party whooping it up on the poles. There's something about poles in a bar that makes every Suzanne think that she's Bambi The Stripper. I can't go for that, no can do. I'm one of those people that if I want to go crazy, I don't need the "I'm so drunk!" excuse. Boredom alone works for me.
Last Saturday, I made a visit to 419 in a minute. My friend the upstairs bartender had informed me the week before that it was his last night. I came out to support and say goodbye. He's hanging up his uhhh, shaker on moving onto civilian world, but said knowing me and my hauntings of the place we'd probably meet again. For old times' sake, I ordered port and he was cool enough to give it to me no charge. And after months of joking and chatting, we finally introduced ourselves. It feels like the end of an era. Then again, despite all my posturing, I am the sentimental type.
Posted by Candicissima at April 14, 2004 02:31 AM