It has certainly been a while

I am back. It has certainly been a while since my last post. Almost 2 months. I apologize, things got busy and I had little to say that was funny. Lot's to say that was depressing. Just look at the markets today (and yesterday). Things are buggering up rather quickly. The Powers That Be may not be for much longer. They have screwed the pooch. When you fuck up this big, there is no turning back. The sleeping dog was not allowed to lay, it has been awoken. This will not end well. In fact, it seems to me that it will end by way of WAR. I am pretty sure I know where. All the signs point to it. The sands may turn to glass, yet. Enough of that.

I guess that will upset some, but get used to it. The Dirty Thirties are upon us and the ruling class neither rules nor has class, go figure.

I took the Lad to a concert on Saturday (Two Door Cinema Club at Kool Haus). I had not been to Kool Haus as that venue before. I was trying to impress upon the Lad the history of the venue. I remember going there in 1984 when it was Fresh. That was just a small upstairs portion with bar and small dance floor. By March 1985, they had expanded into the warehouse portion below. That gave it a large state, huge bar area and large dance floor. We had a frat party there in late May 1985. Then there were money problems and ownership changed and the name changed to RPM. They had their Psychedelic Thursdays that morphed into Psychedelic Mondays. I would go down for those in the summer of 1986. At some point, it became the Guvernment and now Kool Haus. I, last remember being there, in 1986 or 1987.

Anyway, the Lad was excited to see the buying of tickets from a scalper. I had told him in advance the price I was willing to pay for the general admission seating ($30/ticket, $9 over face value). After a burrito on Bloor we headed for the venue. The first guy is willing to sell me tickets for $60 each. I laughed and laughed harder when he said "it is sold out". My only weakness was that I did not want the Lad to push things. I ended up paying $40/ticket. I figured for an extra ten a ticket, the Lad would be appreciative (he was).

We get our tickets and then get in line. At the back of the line, this rummy comes up to us begging for change or something. There is the distinct smell of alcohol in the air. Rummy then asks to see our tickets and hold our tickets. I look at him and say, "No, thanks." I am nothing if not polite. Then our pre-show really begins.

In front of us is a guy with a single ticket coming to see one of the opening bands (Bombay Bicycle Club and some band from WA with Forest in its name--both were pretty good, though). In front of this guy was a young dude (Alonzo) and chick (Rachel). Alonzo and Rachel befriend the single guy (Eric), so they are now standing together in front of us. I can hear their conversation about the bands and stuff. Alonzo goes to take a leak at the Loblaws across the street and Eric and Rachel continue talking.

Alonzo returns and the line starts moving. It is at this point that Rachel starts to get rather loud. She is not sure if she should go pee before getting in or wait until she is in the venue. Then she seems worried about not coming out and expects both of the guys to wait by the washroom for her. It is getting worse. It is at that point I realize what is happening. They, at least she and Alonzo, had been drinking and it is now hitting her. I had felt this way myself before but it is the first time in a long time that I got to witness, stone sober, in somebody else.

She is now getting really loud and slurring her words. It is the idiot drunk. Alonzo says something to me by of apologizing for her behaviour. No apology necessary, who among us has not been trashed like that? I just tell him that this is only the beginning and it will get much worse before it gets better. Then I laugh.

Rachel turns to us and asks our names. We tell her. Now, she proceeds to try and remember our names by saying them to us. First, she keeps getting the Lad's name wrong. Okay, then it was my turn. I, finally tell that she is close enough and there are no worries. Then she staggers and stumbles.

They ask who we are here to see and we tell them. They are not familiar with Two Door Cinema Club. I explain to Alonzo that the lead singer sounds a lot like Ben Gibbard (Mr. Zooey Deschannel) of Death Cab for Cutie. He says, "I love Death Cab." I say that the music is a lot like Vampire Weekend. He says, "I love Vampire Weekend". He is now getting excited. Not so fast, I thought.

We get to the first line of security. They can hear Rachel is loud and see her staggering. The fact that she is fucking drunk is soooooooooooooo obvious. They pull them aside and that was the last we saw of them. I do not know if they ditched her. I do not know if Eric ditched his new friends. I do not know if they both threw her drunken ass down and each fucked her silly. That would have been an easy thing to do. Then again, I do not when, or if, but most likely when she ended up puking--or where.

All I know is that the Lad got to experience his very first drunk chick with me. I was so proud. He was also amazed at how quickly it happened. One minute, she seems fine and the next she is blithering, uncoordinated drunken idiot--just raring to go for some lucky guy.

That is how I teach the Lad about life. The next lesson could be what to do with the drunk chick. Of course, I would not know about that. I mean if there was a drunk chick around me, I would also have been drinking and been the drunk dude--no whiskey dick, though, thankfully.

That is all for now. Ciao!