I cannot figure out how to start this post even though I know exactly what I want to say. Yesterday, Scott had a gallery opening on the northside. The bar/gallery (Leadway) was really pretty great. What a gem...I wonder how people find these places. All in all I had a fun day spending time with my friends and sister/her boyfriend. Scott's art is the kind of art I could picture above my mantle, I really enjoyed it. All around a good time.
And then it went downhill. I went to an actual bar. The Leadway was low-key and spacey. Wasn't too smoky or noisy. Really a great atmosphere. The Lincoln Station was like a meat market. Impossible to hear, really drunk people everywhere, smoke clouds and a crush to walk anywhere. I truly hated it. I find no value in that second bar. I couldn't hear what anyone was saying unless we were yelling/leaning in. There was a girl passed out on the floor in the bathroom. I watched some guy stumble and fall on every step he took because he was so drunk. What is the point? Someone, explain, why do you enjoy being in a place like that? I guess the only way to enjoy that is to get plastered yourself and I really don't have the desire to do that anymore.
I love my friends, I really am lucky that I managed to keep in touch with all these girls. But sometimes I don't think they really understand me. I get the feeling they secretly think I'm a "loser." I'm just so tired of defending my opinion/feelings on bars to my friends. I frequently am harassed to change my mind. I have tried. I'm not just making this dislike up because I'd rather sit on my couch. Let's go to dinner, a movie, a quiet intimate sort of bar, a museum, a play, anything but to a "real" bar. I just don't like it and I quit.
And maybe that makes me a loser. But I'd rather sit on my couch reading a good book than go to that bar again. Although to be honest, they really do have great food (I've eaten there for lunch) so I probably will go again during the day/evening. But you get my point!