fvck denver
Apparently while riding on the Caltrain from San Francisco to San Jose last night, I sent a text message to more than one person saying
fu*k denver
except I didn't censor myself.
(Sorry Connie, I think I only made it to the Bs before I passed out)
So more than one person asked me this morning why I would say such things.
I mean I do like Denver. Mostly. The weather is great, I know lots of good people, have a pretty good bead on things.
Except I realized last night that I do not belong in Denver. I belong in San Francisco. Or maybe I belong in New York. San Diego. Sevilla. Heck maybe I belong in Puducah, Kentucky or Yankton, South Dakota (well I actually have been to Yankton and I don't think it's it).
Last night in San Francisco I did all of the following things;
I randomly happened in to a bar called XYZ. Nice crowd, chill, and a DJ that played a Radiohead deep trance remix that I happen to own and think is slightly better than awesome. A DJ playing sweet music but low enough that you could talk comfortably without raising your voice. IF THIS ACTUALLY DOES HAPPEN IN DENVER, I haven't seen much of it. Denver lounge DJs seem to dominate regardless of the setting they are in. I can't say I have never done it but the restraint this guy was showing was commendable. Denvner just doesn't know how to lounge.
Struck up a converstation with some people sitting next to us at the bar and ended up chatting with them for two hours. (I'm ignoring the fact that my T&T cost 9.5 for now). Promised I would come back to visit and got a telephone number on a pack of sugar.
I then happened into the most kickass bar I have been to in a long time. This bar serves VODKA and they know their sh!t. Our bartender happened to be engaged to one of the head dudes at OM RECORDS. Which is big flippin deal. The dude came over and met me.
She said that they are selling some of their records to pay for their wedding! Damn! I wish I could have stayed because HOUSE. I was 8:30 on a THURSDAY and a sweet DJ was playing some sick-ass music including the Smiths and Depeche mode. Obscure shit. Not snobby "look at the awful 80s music that I can appreciate so much more than you." With Nelly thrown in at random.
Of all the nights i've gone out in Denver, I've maybe once or twice had a night this good, I for sure have never bumped into the folks I did last night. And in one night in SF it just all worked.
The whole scene was classy, chill, respectable. No bullsh!t. Everything was just nice. Funky design that didn't look cheap. People that didn't seem fake. Good music that meshed well with the environment. Some ridiculously good tacos at midnight. Just a step above what I'm used to.
Maybe I just know too much, know all the characters, the recycled bars that put up new paint and light fixtures, morph a one- or two-syllable word into a trendy moniker, and raise the drink prices a buck.
Maybe I'm just getting too old for this sh!t. Friggin 95% of my high school class has popped out kids already. But I think that I'm just in the wrong place.
I need to move and soon. Unfortunately I've made some bad choices and don't have the resorces to be able to pick up and move right now. But for the right opportunity I'm not above couch surfing for a while.
And it's not really about barhopping or clubbing. Just another manifestation of the rut that I am slowly realizing.
WILL DJ AND/OR ENGINEER FOR FOOD AND/OR VODKA.
fu*k denver
except I didn't censor myself.
(Sorry Connie, I think I only made it to the Bs before I passed out)
So more than one person asked me this morning why I would say such things.
I mean I do like Denver. Mostly. The weather is great, I know lots of good people, have a pretty good bead on things.
Except I realized last night that I do not belong in Denver. I belong in San Francisco. Or maybe I belong in New York. San Diego. Sevilla. Heck maybe I belong in Puducah, Kentucky or Yankton, South Dakota (well I actually have been to Yankton and I don't think it's it).
Last night in San Francisco I did all of the following things;
I randomly happened in to a bar called XYZ. Nice crowd, chill, and a DJ that played a Radiohead deep trance remix that I happen to own and think is slightly better than awesome. A DJ playing sweet music but low enough that you could talk comfortably without raising your voice. IF THIS ACTUALLY DOES HAPPEN IN DENVER, I haven't seen much of it. Denver lounge DJs seem to dominate regardless of the setting they are in. I can't say I have never done it but the restraint this guy was showing was commendable. Denvner just doesn't know how to lounge.
Struck up a converstation with some people sitting next to us at the bar and ended up chatting with them for two hours. (I'm ignoring the fact that my T&T cost 9.5 for now). Promised I would come back to visit and got a telephone number on a pack of sugar.
I then happened into the most kickass bar I have been to in a long time. This bar serves VODKA and they know their sh!t. Our bartender happened to be engaged to one of the head dudes at OM RECORDS. Which is big flippin deal. The dude came over and met me.
She said that they are selling some of their records to pay for their wedding! Damn! I wish I could have stayed because HOUSE. I was 8:30 on a THURSDAY and a sweet DJ was playing some sick-ass music including the Smiths and Depeche mode. Obscure shit. Not snobby "look at the awful 80s music that I can appreciate so much more than you." With Nelly thrown in at random.
Of all the nights i've gone out in Denver, I've maybe once or twice had a night this good, I for sure have never bumped into the folks I did last night. And in one night in SF it just all worked.
The whole scene was classy, chill, respectable. No bullsh!t. Everything was just nice. Funky design that didn't look cheap. People that didn't seem fake. Good music that meshed well with the environment. Some ridiculously good tacos at midnight. Just a step above what I'm used to.
Maybe I just know too much, know all the characters, the recycled bars that put up new paint and light fixtures, morph a one- or two-syllable word into a trendy moniker, and raise the drink prices a buck.
Maybe I'm just getting too old for this sh!t. Friggin 95% of my high school class has popped out kids already. But I think that I'm just in the wrong place.
I need to move and soon. Unfortunately I've made some bad choices and don't have the resorces to be able to pick up and move right now. But for the right opportunity I'm not above couch surfing for a while.
And it's not really about barhopping or clubbing. Just another manifestation of the rut that I am slowly realizing.
WILL DJ AND/OR ENGINEER FOR FOOD AND/OR VODKA.
2 Comments:
now do u understand why we BAY Area people love Bay Area so much?
when did it turn from tequila to vodka??
you didn't make it to the "c"s?? how did i get that text, then?
well, my roommate fell into hate and then love with whoever did send it.
...i'm not sure which i prefer of the two.
you do need to get out of the middle of the country, by the by. just do it, dude. go see what its like to live by a big body of water.. do it!
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