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I didn't think that I was one of those people who like those 'Wolf' bands. But I am a man who enjoys his music and his beer and his bar. The show last night went swimmingly, even though it all went by too quickly to speak to the people I wanted to. But that's how it goes.
Once the parading started, Erica and I assumed our post at the beer-tub, our bar stools perched directly infront of the stage -- we never, ever have beer tub's at Amigos, so it was all wild crazy fun. It was Brenna Millard's last shift, she'll be starting her grown-up job teaching in Warmen soon, so they made up a job for her, which she was quickly too drunk to do. I'll miss her, but I know that those children will love her, and vice versa. The people and the elevation and the proximity to the Parade, I guess that's why I do it.
I've been questioning why I do it more and more lately. I've come to the conclusion that I do it because I like it, but I still can't manage to explain that last detail. It's a comfortable and odd home, and the experiences I can't do justice. It still bothers me - that no matter the positives and no matter the laughs that it's a soul-trap. And a money-trap. But I've resolved to not give a fuck about money. So much less stress.
The Fringe came and went, and it felt just like that. So passing, so transitionary. The more questions I asked the more down about it's future I've become. Times are changing in this little city, and certain aspects are growing more quickly than others. If it wasn't all just thrown together I swear I would despise it more and more and I don't know about August 2007.
I need to collect my head and I need to run run run (or bike) and I need less apprehension and more balls on the walls.
But first things first.
Once the parading started, Erica and I assumed our post at the beer-tub, our bar stools perched directly infront of the stage -- we never, ever have beer tub's at Amigos, so it was all wild crazy fun. It was Brenna Millard's last shift, she'll be starting her grown-up job teaching in Warmen soon, so they made up a job for her, which she was quickly too drunk to do. I'll miss her, but I know that those children will love her, and vice versa. The people and the elevation and the proximity to the Parade, I guess that's why I do it.
I've been questioning why I do it more and more lately. I've come to the conclusion that I do it because I like it, but I still can't manage to explain that last detail. It's a comfortable and odd home, and the experiences I can't do justice. It still bothers me - that no matter the positives and no matter the laughs that it's a soul-trap. And a money-trap. But I've resolved to not give a fuck about money. So much less stress.
The Fringe came and went, and it felt just like that. So passing, so transitionary. The more questions I asked the more down about it's future I've become. Times are changing in this little city, and certain aspects are growing more quickly than others. If it wasn't all just thrown together I swear I would despise it more and more and I don't know about August 2007.
I need to collect my head and I need to run run run (or bike) and I need less apprehension and more balls on the walls.
But first things first.