We are old.
(Some of us.)
Link: The Desperate Aging Hipster Handbook
Worse, the clubs are packed with the next wave of sweaty bleached hair, bike seat burn, thigh bruises, and Sparks-tongue (still, somehow).
"Better-looking people with better ideas and more talent. And who are actually really, really nice." Sound familiar?
Remember when that song was about us?
We're probably not to this stage yet, but what if?
Some people make aging look good:
Rest in peace, Bea. I actually cried watching that.
If you've been around recently, you've probably noticed that some of us have been talking about how we've become progressively less enthusiastic about going out to clubs in Philly.
Siobhan and I spent a lot of time talking about this the other night. There was a really recent time when we could go to the Barbary, Silk City, Sal's (concrete proof we're old), etc. and know every single person in the room. Maybe we weren't actually friends, but we knew all of their names, what they did, etc, and so did they.
Now we go in, and just about everyone is a 21-year-old stranger. And those are the older kids.
I know every dirty nook and cranny of every bar in this town; I have performed every possible bodily function of the bathrooms. I know all of the gheys that are old enough to rent a car.
"It's what you learn after your second theme party: it's all been done before."
Recently I've gotten more joy out of rehearsing my scene from Angels In America or any other schoolwork than even thinking about going out and dancing. I miss friends, and it's good to see them when I do, but most times that we go out are disappointing and just remind me of when it was all new.
DOWNLOAD:
Merle Haggard - "Wishin' All These Old Things Were New"
"Good times like the roarin' twenties
And the roarin' eighties too..."
I've had no interest in going to Making Time lately. I might go to Snacks this Tuesday just because all the "School's Out" crowd will be there, and because I miss Woody's, but recently I go to MT or look at it online, and it's just a huge room with hundreds of people I don't want to meet. Meanwhile my friends are at home, throwing a better house party with better music.
Plus, there was the issue of this 19-year-old I almost accidentally had a date with this week (but didn't, guys). I got blasted by everyone except Rapey. Dan told me that the rule is "half your age, plus seven." Which for me would be 21. I hate to admit that he kind of makes sense. I really really hate it when rules make sense.
The fact is, you're still going to see me out a lot. At the end of June, I'm moving in with Lauren above Trax foods. Anytime you're at KFN, JB's, the Barbz, El Bar, whatever, just give me a call and if I'm not already there, you know I'll probably come over and say hi, even if I'm in the middle of some project for school. That's just how I roll.
But my life's different now. At the Barbary last week, it was so much easier to be lame, get tired, and want to go home than to try to keep up with Deven and Donna and all the other 21-year-olds who were doing this for the first time. I was really happy for them and I just wanted to be happy for them at home, watching Hairspray and drinking cocktails, or maybe getting sweaty dancing to James Brown or Desmond Dekker, but not nameless soulless coke soundtrack rave music. That was fun for a while, but I've just been doing it too long.
DOWNLOAD:
Pase Rock - "The Motherfucking Rave Is Over"
Anyway, without intending to, I've changed a lot. Still figuring out exactly how. But I'm moving, and moving on, and so I'm moving to a new blog, too. Expect submissions from other friends, drunken audio posts, and mind-blowing gossip.
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This is the last Ten Funny post. I'll leave it here because I love going out with you guys and being retarded, and I don't want us to forget it. There'll be some of that on the new blog (although probably no lists), plus other stuff.
I just don't want run another boring "nightlife blog" when I'm more interested in daylife, you know?
Besides, Tumblr's just a lot prettier and more fun.
Please leave comments or send suggestions to keepinghappening@gmail.com.
This is happy!
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BONUS:
One more. I couldn't help it.
EXTRA BONUS: PLEASE TELL ME THIS IS NOT REALLY HAPPENING, PART TWO
Strike 2 for these guys. Berets: never, never, never. Unless you are French,Lauren, a douchebag community theater director, or Rerun.
Take it from me, kids, because I learned it the hard way: just because they sell it at AA doesn't mean you have to wear it.
THIS WEEKEND:
Tonight, I'm going to Olga's because I always say yes to house parties now.
Then, midnight movies at the Ritz: Back to the Future. See? I'm excited about going to the movies on Saturday night. Also, I remember when Back to the Future came out. Two reasons I'm old, and I'm fine with both of them.
Tomorrow, I'll be at a dinner party at my professor's house.
Welcome to my life.
Love youse. See ya on Tumblr.
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