Damn That Bar Scene
Went to a bar frequented by Seattle's finest singletons tonight called "Joey's" on Lake Union. Ick.
Watching the boys and girls flirt with each other, I didn't know if I wanted to laugh or cry. People try so hard. The clothes, the attitude... it was all so sad.
Was I once one of them? Should I be one of them now? Of course not, I have no game. I'd rather drive nine inch spikes under each of my finger nails than endure another three hours in a place like that.
It's 10:15 on a Friday night and I'm going to bed... alone. And you know what? Life is good.
Watching the boys and girls flirt with each other, I didn't know if I wanted to laugh or cry. People try so hard. The clothes, the attitude... it was all so sad.
Was I once one of them? Should I be one of them now? Of course not, I have no game. I'd rather drive nine inch spikes under each of my finger nails than endure another three hours in a place like that.
It's 10:15 on a Friday night and I'm going to bed... alone. And you know what? Life is good.
as written by David at 1:11 AM
4 Comments:
I hear you, dude! I don't miss the bar scene at all. It shouldn't be such a game to try to meet a quality person & that's not gonna happen in a bar!
And WHY were you at this bar??
I met a friend there. He got sauced. With each drink it got more and more depressing.
I was supposed to go out tonight, too, but decided I'd rather stay at home and poke hot needles into my eyeballs.
Stevie says , "I have to deal with those kind of monkey's all the time. If I didn't make a lot of money, there is no way in hell I would do it."
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