I'm on my way to Copenhagen, but I just thought I'd post something before I left. I was out Saturday night and for some reason I decided to write about it when I got home. Obviously, I'd had a few drinks, so it's probably for the best I didn't publish it right away. But I thought I'd edit it a bit and post it anyways. So here goes:

So, last night was alright. Well, the drinking, talking, eating bit was fun. The dancing, clubbing, trying to get shagged bit was somewhat of a bust. And the reason is this: There is no good party music! Grease Mega Mix? The house version of Proud Mary? Boney M? All this is the kind of music I imagine is played in the elevators on the way to Hell. And this is what I have to endure on a night out on the town. To be fair they did sneak in a Prince and a Depeche Mode song, but in the course of four hours that is just not enough. I realize they can't play stuff like Dry the Rain or Cut Your Hair, but there has to be some sort of middle road. And to make matters weirder I wouldn't even have gotten in hadn't I gone to school with the doorman (I didn't bring my ID card and the age limit is all of 23). But to be fair it was still a decent enough night. Sure, I did spend most of the night standing in a corner with my arms wrapped around me like I was representing the East Coast, but at least I did get to meet a couple of charming members of the fairer sex and I got to hang out with friends I don't see that often.

I guess I was a bit grumpy that night, but that's the way I get when I have to listen to shitty music. We ate at a cool restaurant where they had a lounge with bean bag chairs and a DJ, who played stuff like Koop's Summer Son. So going from that to Destiny's Child just brings me down, man.

Posted by John Fogde at November 4, 2002 10:39 AM | TrackBack