Its rare if not completely unique at this point for me to write something in the moment. They're always thought I've had that get committed to...digital medium, after the thought. Sometimes hours sometimes days or weeks. But if I don't vent I'm gonna fume instead of sleep. and its almost 2am.

Tell me this. Why would you go to a bar so loud that most of your conversations consist of "wait WHAT?" "huh?" and "what?" to hang out with friends? Why the HELL would a bar full of tables, the only place to dance being the five feet in front of the bar and the small spaces between tables, play music that loud? So loud you wanna hide, run, stick your head under the table, anything to escape the noise. These are the places we post-college graduates go to hang out with our friends, and to meet new people. You hafta lean over and repeat yourself all the time to people you've known for years, so how exactly are you going to talk to someone NEW in this environment? I mean at least the music would be justifiable if you could really dance anywhere, but the only people dancing are the girls desperate enough that they WILL dance anywhere and the guys arrogant enough to think that they can walk into a group of five girls and dance with one or alll of them. So when was it that the fun part begins?

And its easy for girls to yeah get up and dance, two or three of them, in some random corner cause they just wanna dance and the music is on and they love this latest Sean Paul obnoxious poser hip-hop song. But I'm sorry, three guys just don't go in a corner and dance . So instead the guys sit around and oogle the random girls dancing wherever they feel like it until the guys get enough Moxie (also the name of a bar) to head over and brave the waters. How old are we? is this grade school? We've evolved 2,000 years socially to THIS? I don't feel so far removed from needing to use a club to get her back to my cave, but maybe that's just me. But personally I don't see much difference between popped collars white shoes and sport coats, and the alpha male silverback pounding his chest and bellowing for all to hear.

I'll have the bar to thank for spending most of my time with my grandchildren saying "SPEAK UP GRANDPA CAN'T HEAR NONE TOO GOOD" and falling asleep to the pleasant white noise tonight that will probably haunt my my waking days and dreaming nights for the last decade or two of my life. Thank God I'll just be able to strap a $10K computer to my skull to even hear my alarm clock in the morning, cause this is how I plan on spending the next 5 years of my life and its SO worth it. After all, where else can I go to see the Wachati Dance of Seduction so I can choose my mating partner from the 100 tube-tops in the half-light in order to perpetuate this enlightened species that we have become.