Stupid Jack's - Jack's One Year Aniversery
So yesterday I had one of the best days ever. Everything just went, right. I had a presentation and it went ok. Not great but better than expected. And after the class, I was very keen to get fuct. I wanted to get super high and super smashed. And so I called up my buddy Mike to see what he was doing and told me about it was Jack's One year anniversery. Jack's. *shudder*I hate Jack's. Why do I hate Jack's? Well I realize that I pick on Jack's for petty things, but you know me, I'm like that.
The place is just like a big hole. Its not a dive, becuase people dont go to dive, but people go to Jacks. A lot of people go to Jacks, all the time. The place has always got a huge line. And then once you get inside, its it just jammed, and not the fun kind of jammed, the if your not pushing you get taken away by the crowd. The dance floor is little box you have to push to get on to and push to get off of. The bar is far to busy for the number of bartenders that they have working. They play the same pop/rock/hip-hop/top40/ crap! that you would expect from any college bar. And its named after Jack Daneils. Its like they didn't even try and make it any kind of unique. And think that my biggest problem with it, the genericness of it all.
I went there a few times last yearand was not very impressed at all, so much so that I said that I was going to boycott it. There are a million other bars in London. However I when I was here in the summer my buddy coned me into going, $1.50 beers, I figured what do I gotta lose. Well the night was that bad, but I got beer spilled on me. My beer spilled on me. I lost my friends, took forever to find them, and we had just come out of a rock show, so it just didn't fit in with the night. And I said Fuck it. I'm never going back there. And I had kept my promise, until last night.
So, Mike says to me, he says, 'Theres a bus coming to my house. $5 skip the line, come man.' Fuck, i thought to myself, I think I'm gonna go. But as I scrambled to see if I could find some booze to predrink I remember, me and Rob were supposed together tonite. So I called him and was like change of plans. And he was cool with it.
I showed up at Mike's place at like 8:30 and as I turned onto his street, I saw His Golf. His, being Mr. DTF. I don't think I've mentioned DTF on here before. I will try and explain who he is, without going into too much detail.
-Sept. 2004 I move into Rez, super apprehensive about who I was going to be living with, I have never had to share a room with anyone before. And I was pretty fresh out of the closet, so it was key that my roommate was somewhat liberal. In moved DTF. With his goodlooks and charm, it was almost too good to be true. And he was liberal. But as I found out later, not that liberal.
-Jan.2005 I moved out. It wasn't pretty, by any means. Lets leave it at that.
10 months later, we had not said a word to eachother, and I tried my best to avoid him, but it wasn't that hard. And here I am walking into the smallest space we've been in together since, SMH. I said fuck it though, I was here to get drunk, nothing else mattered. Low and behold the fucker is sitting at the bar. All that stood between me and the booze, was him. So I sent my minions to fetch me beer whenever my cup was empty. So it worked out.
Then Rob showed up. He was all over going out last night, so that worked out too. So I'm in a house with my bf, my ex-roommate and a whole bunch of people that I knew by face, but had no idea who they were. And then the bus came. We get the bar and its pretty damn empty. Jack's is ok when its empty, its almost a little more civilized. I lost Rob and his friends, because well, I was pretty drunk and then I see DTF coming my way. I don't even know what happened. What he said, what I said. I do remember, we shook 'to new beginnings'. Fucking DTF. I knew that kid was a much bigger person than I ever gave him credit for. I don't know how this whole thing will play out in the future, but if I was to never talk to him again, at least whatever happened is behind us.
The rest of the night was fairly standard. Got more hammered, dirty danced with girl inapropriately. Was going to go home last night, but the snow and cold, and Rob, convinved me to go home with him. All in all a good night.... Sometimes, things just go right. And I thank God orwhen whoever for nights like that. I will bitch and complain, but I will also be thankful.
