I'm enjoying a much needed day off before the mothers day brunch madness tomorrow. And since it's been awhile I went out with tyler and lindsay to the dale for some party times.
The "dirty dale" as they call it used to be a seedy biker bar. Now it's a tavern style restaurant that gets turned into a rowdy party fest every friday. The place usually hits capacity at some point.
I should have known to get there earlier. There's always the decision to leave closer to 10 or closer to 11 and we chose 11. And boy was it an unfortunate experience. The thing is, the line wasn't even that bad. Sure, there was definitely a line. But had everyone just kept calm and organized we all would have gotten in a lot quicker. I should mention that it's slighty raining/hailing at this point. So we're standing there and i'm looking around realizing I don't recognize anyone. I used to be able to go to the dale and one in three people I would know. I would literally say hey to a gazillion people as I would move around the bar. Annd right about at this point I feel a little old. And to make all this worse this crowd of what seems to be 18 year olds fresh on the bar scene begin to push eachother around and force themselves through the door.
Insanity hits.
All of a sudden the bouncers are yelling and everyones yelling and the word goes out to "close the door"
"Their not letting anyone in unless you close the door"
You see, the way the entrance to the dale works is that you enter through a door and you're in a sort of a lobby that meets another door into the actual bar. So the lobby itself can fit about 50 people uncomfortably. From my perspective the whole justification behind this was to stem the flow of people coming into the bar. Almost as if the bouncers were worried that the bar was soon to be at capacity. I'm looking into the bar and I can't really tell for sure if it's all that busy. But once I had gotten in it was pretty busy. The door closing thing seemed a little odd. Because sure you have the people in the lobby who know what's going on. But people are arriving to a closed door..what are they going to think. They are obviously going to try and open that door and get into the lobby. So the ideal situation would be a bouncer to stand in front of the first door. Simply telling people to chill out and they will get in soon.
However, this was lost on the dale bouncers. They simply yelled over and over to close the door. And soon everyones yelling to close the door. But the door would never close. There was just too many people. And everyones just yelling and people are pressed up against eachother inches apart.
World, let me tell you. I don't want to know what a dudes shampoo smells like. This whole time guilt begins to creep in also. Because I had suggested the dale to tyler and lindsay. So this horrfic play of events was kind of on me. There was a point when the crowd began to shove eachother. And it dawned on me. People die from these kind of situations! People have literally been trampled to death at concerts.
I fear that actually. Just a massive throng of people eveloping me. Slowly having to life crushed out of me. Hah! So it wasn't a good time in that lobby. Eventually we got in, grabbed some drinks and sat down. After making it through that lobby mosh pit all I wanted to do was sit down for a bit. Something I notice instantly is the change of DJ at the dale is really noticable. I used to go all the time when Tyler Chricton used to play. No clue who the new guy is but the song choices were bland. Lots of country music mixed with really bass neutral pop songs. It's just a shame to see people given a platform to entertain and not use it. You're given a spot on a packed bar. May as well get the crowd going. It's just my opinion though. I'm a hip-hop/electronic dude. Top 40 mixes are generally unappreciated by me. But I did get down to Shake Ya Tailfeather. Ah, classic.
Not to go on a tangent here but the first time I heard Shake Ya Tailfeather was on an And 1 mixtape. Apparently And 1 made mixtapes. And 1 is a basketball company for anyone that doesn't know. So I found this old cd in my sisters room covered in dust and out of its case. But it worked in the cd player and I played shake ya tailerfeather over and over again along with this other song remixed with a heart song. That was one of those first times where I was like "Whoa" I really dig rap. You know cause before that I hated rap. I was all about the classic rock for me and *ugh* nickleback. Hearing a rap song remixed with heart opened my perspective to new music.
Anyways, it wasn't all terrible at the dale. I ran into my boy scott bruce and he let me borrow his shades for a photo. (tried putting it on here but it's not working for an unknown reason)
Ah well. Moral of the story? I'm getting old. And I've realized it in an akward way.
PS. White girls I love you to death but pleassee leave the twerking to the ones with big asses. Nothing looks weirder than a skinny white girl trying to shake what's not there. Wacky inflatable arm waving tube man anyone?
After the bar I drunkenly made my way to chris's place for a bowl and the usual 2 am politics conversation. Shout out to the random dude who split a cab with me.
peace & love
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