To Wish Impossible Things
This has been, in retrospect, a rather decent week. It started off on a difficult to beat note, despite the phenomenal fatigue I was suffering from on Monday, before continuing through a relaxing middle of the week. Thursday itself ran a tight line between being pleasant and plodding, but its triumphant termination brought the slow middle of the week into focus, with Monday's and Thurday & Friday's exciting events acting as a pleasant bookend to the working week.
Tonight, you see, I went to Roosters for the first and, likely, the last time. Which isn't enough to be exciting in and of itself; the company was decent though, you see? However, my intention is to speak about the bar itself, and I will allow nothing to stop me.
I had always been of the belief that a Country Club would have bright lighting (relative to the average Club). I was not let down in this regard, and somehow this contributed a great deal to me coming away from the experience feeling positive despite my complete disapproval of the bar. The music was very slightly better than I was expecting, also, although far too loud of course.
It seemed to me to be much less a "meeting-for-mating" venue than most dance bars/clubs, which of course adds points also - if there were some way to get rid of the people, add beer on tap instead of solely existing in bottles and of course personally design the playlist, it would almost be decent. Almost. The location, the lackluster bar, the noise and the people leave me unwilling to venture there again. It was more pleasant than the Ozone, but that could be due to the consistent conversation, ability to see, slightly quieter music and things.
In any case, I keep describing it in positive terms, which it by no means warrants - you must understand I was at the Ozone last weekend though, so it takes little to impress me in juxtaposition with that place. I should also note that I had heard it was a complete dive and was expecting something akin in roughness to a saloon, although inhabited entirely by preppy kids busy "thuggin' it"; so if I sound like I liked it there, it is merely because I disliked it less than I had been led to believe I ought to.
Looking at the week in review of course reminds one of the wonderful time spent watching Fiddler on the Roof, perusing bizarre records, and - well, swapping tapes in and out of the recorder - unfortunately there was too little time to actually experience that tapebox. I like to think it was all time well spent however, and in fact I think it is high time we begin arranging our second Band Prep World Culture class - you know, the Sound Of Music vs. Dim Sum! Well, tell me what ideas you have had regarding that, right? And then we can attempt to arrange its occurrence.
1. Grab the nearest book.
2. Open the book to page 42.
3. Find the fifth sentence.
4. Post the text of the sentence in your journal along with these instructions
"'Bang!' he said, pointing it at a bust of Aristotle which stood on a bracket by the bookshelves."
from The Plums of P.J. Wodehouse
Tonight, you see, I went to Roosters for the first and, likely, the last time. Which isn't enough to be exciting in and of itself; the company was decent though, you see? However, my intention is to speak about the bar itself, and I will allow nothing to stop me.
I had always been of the belief that a Country Club would have bright lighting (relative to the average Club). I was not let down in this regard, and somehow this contributed a great deal to me coming away from the experience feeling positive despite my complete disapproval of the bar. The music was very slightly better than I was expecting, also, although far too loud of course.
It seemed to me to be much less a "meeting-for-mating" venue than most dance bars/clubs, which of course adds points also - if there were some way to get rid of the people, add beer on tap instead of solely existing in bottles and of course personally design the playlist, it would almost be decent. Almost. The location, the lackluster bar, the noise and the people leave me unwilling to venture there again. It was more pleasant than the Ozone, but that could be due to the consistent conversation, ability to see, slightly quieter music and things.
In any case, I keep describing it in positive terms, which it by no means warrants - you must understand I was at the Ozone last weekend though, so it takes little to impress me in juxtaposition with that place. I should also note that I had heard it was a complete dive and was expecting something akin in roughness to a saloon, although inhabited entirely by preppy kids busy "thuggin' it"; so if I sound like I liked it there, it is merely because I disliked it less than I had been led to believe I ought to.
Looking at the week in review of course reminds one of the wonderful time spent watching Fiddler on the Roof, perusing bizarre records, and - well, swapping tapes in and out of the recorder - unfortunately there was too little time to actually experience that tapebox. I like to think it was all time well spent however, and in fact I think it is high time we begin arranging our second Band Prep World Culture class - you know, the Sound Of Music vs. Dim Sum! Well, tell me what ideas you have had regarding that, right? And then we can attempt to arrange its occurrence.
1. Grab the nearest book.
2. Open the book to page 42.
3. Find the fifth sentence.
4. Post the text of the sentence in your journal along with these instructions
"'Bang!' he said, pointing it at a bust of Aristotle which stood on a bracket by the bookshelves."
from The Plums of P.J. Wodehouse