Looking for Mr. Goodbar
Last night, I was deathly bored and felt like taking a hatchet to my head just for the sheer thrill of it.
Good thing I came to my senses and remembered that I had always wanted to go and check out The Continental Room here in the heart of downtown Fullerton. I realized though that I had no one to go with. And then I decided to seize life by the balls and try something I had never done before. Which is, go to a bar/club/anywhere at night. ALONE.
When I got there, it was not quite how I had imagined the place to be. I always had this notion that a lounge should be lounge-y with plush velvet lounging sofas, smoke-filled rooms and a snooty clientele that a powder blue ruffle-shirted Mike Amico could croon to. I was surprised to see that most of the crowd were of the preppy/sorority/frat variety in the age range of 24.
So as not to seem obviously by myself, I asked to see Carlo (former owner of The Hub), the owner of The Continental Room, so I could say hello. An attractive guy with dark curly locks approaches me at the bar.
- Hi.
- Hi...
- I'm Carlo.
- You are? No, you're not.
- Yeah, you're Corky right? We've met before... At the Hub when you used to book Rooney...and at the Shag exhibit, we were with Paul Frank.
- Ohhh, right right. It's been a while.
Wow, when did Carlo become so hot? He looked at least 10 years younger and so much cooler. He asked me how long I was going to be around because there was a band going on in 20 minutes and he was going to be playing with them. We chatted a bit more and I stayed to see Midnight (something) who were very entertaining in a lounge/blues/ska (without the brass) style. Halfway through their set, Carlo joined them with his harmonica which confused me even more about the definition of lounge.
Eventually, I got over trying to figure it out and just enjoyed myself. From the corner of my eye, I noticed this guy standing a few feet from where I was sitting. Every 20 seconds he'd glance my way and did so for the duration of a song. He was kind of cute in a Dawson (whatever his real name is) type of way, but with blonder hair. I could hear the gears grinding in his brain, thinking of a clever pick-up line. Evidently, he came up empty and went with the standard "are you here to see this band" query.
He invited me to join him and his friends at the front bar and I later find out that he isn't 24 after all. Yeah...he's 25. Also, he's a firefighter for the City of Los Angeles. I didn't believe him at first and for some reason the bachelorette party for Julie Cooper with the firefighter strippers came to mind. Yes, my brain wanders off in tangents like that.
I won't go into the details of the rest of the night. But in not so many words, I had an absolutely marvelous time. It was great to see Carlo again and I might be back tomorrow to see The Moseleys play there. I got home at 3.45am, content in the fact that I chose to be spontaneous for the first time in a very long time.
Good thing I came to my senses and remembered that I had always wanted to go and check out The Continental Room here in the heart of downtown Fullerton. I realized though that I had no one to go with. And then I decided to seize life by the balls and try something I had never done before. Which is, go to a bar/club/anywhere at night. ALONE.
When I got there, it was not quite how I had imagined the place to be. I always had this notion that a lounge should be lounge-y with plush velvet lounging sofas, smoke-filled rooms and a snooty clientele that a powder blue ruffle-shirted Mike Amico could croon to. I was surprised to see that most of the crowd were of the preppy/sorority/frat variety in the age range of 24.
So as not to seem obviously by myself, I asked to see Carlo (former owner of The Hub), the owner of The Continental Room, so I could say hello. An attractive guy with dark curly locks approaches me at the bar.
- Hi.
- Hi...
- I'm Carlo.
- You are? No, you're not.
- Yeah, you're Corky right? We've met before... At the Hub when you used to book Rooney...and at the Shag exhibit, we were with Paul Frank.
- Ohhh, right right. It's been a while.
Wow, when did Carlo become so hot? He looked at least 10 years younger and so much cooler. He asked me how long I was going to be around because there was a band going on in 20 minutes and he was going to be playing with them. We chatted a bit more and I stayed to see Midnight (something) who were very entertaining in a lounge/blues/ska (without the brass) style. Halfway through their set, Carlo joined them with his harmonica which confused me even more about the definition of lounge.
Eventually, I got over trying to figure it out and just enjoyed myself. From the corner of my eye, I noticed this guy standing a few feet from where I was sitting. Every 20 seconds he'd glance my way and did so for the duration of a song. He was kind of cute in a Dawson (whatever his real name is) type of way, but with blonder hair. I could hear the gears grinding in his brain, thinking of a clever pick-up line. Evidently, he came up empty and went with the standard "are you here to see this band" query.
He invited me to join him and his friends at the front bar and I later find out that he isn't 24 after all. Yeah...he's 25. Also, he's a firefighter for the City of Los Angeles. I didn't believe him at first and for some reason the bachelorette party for Julie Cooper with the firefighter strippers came to mind. Yes, my brain wanders off in tangents like that.
I won't go into the details of the rest of the night. But in not so many words, I had an absolutely marvelous time. It was great to see Carlo again and I might be back tomorrow to see The Moseleys play there. I got home at 3.45am, content in the fact that I chose to be spontaneous for the first time in a very long time.