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I had my first official outing by myself last night, and although it kind of sucked, I was dertermined at the very least, go out and meet people. So I went to this bar called "Satellite" over in Reno. I had been there before once with some stupid girl I met off yahoo my third week living here. The reason I dug it so much last time was because they were spinning 80's that night, and it reminded me of Club Beat It Back home. Unfortunately they were spinning hip-hop when I arrived. Now I don't mind hip-hop that much, and I do enjoy some of it, but god damn, I don't want to listen to it at 90 decibals all night long, and furthermore, I stuck out like a sore thumb in that crowd.
The bouncer was cool as fuck though. He definitley wasn't about this scene either. After paying the three dollar cover charge, I asked him if they were going to be spinning hip-hip all night, rather than 80's. He replied "yeah, sorry, they brought in another D.J. tonight, no 80's". So hesitated for a few seconds, and thought about leaving, and then I said just said "fuck it, I'll stay". Then the bouncer preceed to tell the kid taking the cover charge money to give me my three bucks back.
I found a seat at the corner of the bar and orderd a Pabst. Smoked a couple cigarettes, ordered another Pabst, smoked a couple more cigarettes, and I left. Before I left though, I asked the boucer where I could find a bar with a good jukebox full of punk, and so forth. He directed me to a place right down the street. I thanked him and went on my merry way.
I couldn't find the place he was talking about, so I just went home and went home and passed out.
The bouncer was cool as fuck though. He definitley wasn't about this scene either. After paying the three dollar cover charge, I asked him if they were going to be spinning hip-hip all night, rather than 80's. He replied "yeah, sorry, they brought in another D.J. tonight, no 80's". So hesitated for a few seconds, and thought about leaving, and then I said just said "fuck it, I'll stay". Then the bouncer preceed to tell the kid taking the cover charge money to give me my three bucks back.
I found a seat at the corner of the bar and orderd a Pabst. Smoked a couple cigarettes, ordered another Pabst, smoked a couple more cigarettes, and I left. Before I left though, I asked the boucer where I could find a bar with a good jukebox full of punk, and so forth. He directed me to a place right down the street. I thanked him and went on my merry way.
I couldn't find the place he was talking about, so I just went home and went home and passed out.