Clubland Revisited

The club scene has never been my thing. When I do go, I enjoy myself for the most part, but I find the superficiality, snootiness and snideness of it all, extremely off-putting. And whenever I go, I somehow end up feeling like the babysitter, the big brother or the parent of at least one person.

It was my friend's bday last night, she wanted to go to a club to drink/dance. I think it was about a 50/50 split as to which she wanted to do more. 

This is the same girl who took off from that party last Labour Day and had us scouring the streets of Greektown. Low and behold, we ended up doing the same thing last night, except at least the search area was contained within the club. 

Despite all this, she's been a good friend, so I decide to go. I hadn't been to a club in easily 4 years. Last night was a good reminder why I haven't. While I try my best to enjoy myself, and to an extent I do (I mean come on, girls dressed to impress, dancing, how could a guy not enjoy that), I really do not like the environment.

I remember reading something about my horoscope once (don't judge!), said something about scorpios having an obsession with the truth and death. I can attest to both of those. I can't think of a more fake place in the city than a nightclub. I get it, it's suppose to be frivolous, empty fun. To me it really seems to be a sham. Mass escapism, unless all the people at these clubs behave this way 24/7, which I really hope not. If I had to wrap up the behaviour that occurs in a sentence, it would go like this. People get glammed up, strut around like they're the shit, and feel completely entitled to act like bitches/assholes. The part of me that looks for the truth, is hoping that there isn't a large section of humanity that chooses to be this way, so I hope that this behaviour isn't real. But if it is real, then it feels like it's scraping the bottom of the barrel. In both cases, it's a lose-lose.

And get this, it's SUPER expensive! I didn't even have dinner, go full out on the drinking or including the bday present. Here's the breakdown

$10 parking

$15 pre-drink

$10 taxis

$20 cover

$5 coat check

$40 drinks

That was easily $100! WTF. I can think of at least 25 ways off the top of my head to spend $100 that would be at least as much fun and more worthwhile.

In the immortal words of Lt. Murtough from Lethal Weapon "I'm getting too old for this shit".

If I can take anything away from the night, is that I am still kind of young. While having 10 drinks within 3 hours, dance for 4 hours, then drive people home, drive back to my place, wake up 4.5 hours later (damn you sun) with only a small hangover and off to volleyball. 

Figuring Things Out

"You Earn Everything You Get", I don't know if this is a common saying or not, if not, then I'm making it up right now. It's basically the mantra I suppose I grew up on. Or maybe it's the lesson that stuck the most. If it is, then I'm glad that it's the one.

 It holds true for the most part. Sometimes people don't get what they deserve, both good and bad, but I'd like to think that the whole "you reap what you sow" plays out. Where my saying differs, is that sometimes you don't reap what you sow. The weather, soil and other things play a major role. Luck and outside sources can play out very much according to that saying. I'd like to think otherwise, but perhaps that is my nature playing out in wanting to believe that A) I am in control of my own destiny and B) If you put enough effort into something, things are bound to work out.

 But as time has gone on, I've come to the realization that luck (and politics) tend to play a much larger part in life than I was led to believe. I suppose that's what it all comes down to.

Maybe things aren't bound to work out. But if that's the case, then why even try? At the end of it all, you don't get anything if you don't try. I guess you have to have some amount of faith. Maybe that's my problem.