social distortion

Saturday night, Shannon and I went to a bar. I hadn't been to a bar since I was 21. And even then, I only went to The Little Brown Jug a couple times. Well, and that one time we went to Buffalo Wild Wings, but I don't really count that. And that time we went to the Deuce, but we didn't stay long at all. It was creepier than The Jug. Anyway, we went because some friends of Shannon's sister had a band that was playing. The story we heard was that they were going to play Weezer covers. So we had some drinks, and then they started playing. There was no Weezer. Only Pink Floyd, a Beatles medley, some Yeah Yeah Yeahs and some other stuff I didn't recognize. Not that I recognized Pink Floyd, but Shannon knew it. Also, it was super loud. I was like, this must be why I don't go out. It was so loud it was all distorted, and this dude ran up on the stage to tinker with the mix. I was like, that's not going to help, buttnut. Had I been drunker, I might have told someone that. But I wasn't. I was just blotto enough to not really care that it was disturbingly loud. It was the kind of loud where, after it goes away, you can't hear anything for a few seconds because it's all so much quieter. Weird. After we'd been there for a few minutes, I was like, is this what bars are like? Shannon laughed and her sister was like, I don't know, I don't go to them either. I was like, man are we ever bad at this. Also, before we left, I was looking for something, and while I didn't find what I wanted, I found the soundtrack to Romeo and Juliet. Shannon and I were both pumped, because we remembered it as being pretty good. We weren't wrong. Although I had forgotten all about that ridiculous LoveFool song. Anyway, be impressed that I went out. On a Saturday night and everything. Even if I didn't know what was supposed to happen.