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@ this. really @ this. 
A bunch of people invited me out last night after the lacrosse game to meet them at a bar. There was some confusion as to which bar they would be going to, but they finally picked one, and I drove over there to meet them.
* It's in the "heart" of LoDo, which on weekend nights is like driving (and walking) through a sea of endless partiers.
* Parking was at least available, but was expensive as hell.
* I had to wait in line for quite some time before we could get in. Not sure how THEY got in so quick - maybe they know the door guy or something. Maybe I should have angrily announced "Don't you know who I am?" At least there was no cover charge.
* The place was nearly jam packed. As in, one step from the door, it's shoulder-to-shoulder people. It's like that throughout the bar. The bar wasn't very large, but getting from the front to the back took planning, and up to two minutes.
* As is common, the lights are turned down WAY low. Trying to find my friends was something of a chore. Luckily, most of them were wearing suits, so it was easy to simply try to find people in suits.
* The music was, in my personal opinion, pretty terrible. "Bak Dat Azz Up" was about as good as it got. Admittedly, I'm way outside the demo, but still. And, as common in bars like this, it was played exceptionally loud. Even when I could get close to my friends (usually in small groups), it was hard to join their conversations, since they all had to stand with their heads next to each other and yell really loud.
* Due to the crowd, getting a drink took forever. I just decided not to drink anything.
* After about half an hour of wedging my way through the crowd, getting near my friends, and having a few brief snatches of conversation (screamed at full volume), I decided I'd had enough and headed home.
I did that self-evaluation on the way home. Do my friends actually LIKE those sorts of bars? I know a couple of them seemed to be having a good time, but a few others bitched about the loud music and crowded venue. Did they invite me over just so I could hover near them for a few minutes at a time, not really interacting with them much?
Am I just old? Kinda, I guess, but I've never liked that sort of venue. I remember being taken to one in college, not having fun at all, and deciding I just wouldn't go to that bar anymore. I think I've just added another one to my list.
Lex
I've come up with a decent retort to a thread...three months after it was posted. Why couldn't I think of it sooner?
today's entry was over 1500 words. haven't really said anything that came unconciously where it was like "wow, this was really on my mind that bothered me where it came off yet". hopefully, it does. need to get rid of the excessive baggage even though i think i've unleashed everything at some point of time that i acknowledge it i guess whether it's on here, my blogspot journal or in my journal that i write into every night. i wish this was 2010 AND NOT 2013. this is too much. the truth fucking sucks.
I can't read in my dreams. When I force myself to, the words don't make sense. I remember seeing something written underneath a picture of fish. I forced myself to read it, and it said something like "Fish fish grobol hakala fish". In short, it read like Sloppy Seconds wrote it.
And if it isn't real life, you still may as well live it like it were.
Lex
this is really beginning to get freakish like some twlight zone episode. 
I can't read in my dreams. When I force myself to, the words don't make sense. I remember seeing something written underneath a picture of fish. I forced myself to read it, and it said something like "Fish fish grobol hakala fish". In short, it read like Sloppy Seconds wrote it.
And if it isn't real life, you still may as well live it like it were.
Lex
I can't read in my dreams. When I force myself to, the words don't make sense. I remember seeing something written underneath a picture of fish. I forced myself to read it, and it said something like "Fish fish grobol hakala fish". In short, it read like Sloppy Seconds wrote it.
And if it isn't real life, you still may as well live it like it were.
Lex
random shit but here it goes.
you suck dick. you suck mine. you suck my dick all the time. with a great big suck til i skeet right into you. one day i will suck you too.
is it really better though? 