October 13, 2005

The Lucky Lounge was decorated for Halloween last night. Maybe because my attention was all for Ian and Mark and Don and Scrappy, I didn't even notice for a while. On the east wall, each light fixture had a plastic skeleton sitting on it. From the overhead lights, spooky hooded heads hung, alternately black and white. At the back, up in front of the balcony, were orange lights and numerous lit jack o'lanterns. I really liked the jack o'lanterns; I have a serious weakness for the carved pumpkin faces.
Ian started a joke which he kept up about gonorrhea. I'm not sure why. I hadn't thought about GC in ages, but I could picture those big burly gram positive cocci, faintly triangular, in their distinctive pairs. Why do we hear so little about it these days? Because it's relatively easily cured?
Andrea Hopkins was there, that we used to see at the Hansons' parties. She said it was her first time, and her first time to be in a club with "older people." Seems she's been taking her 14 year old daughter to hear her favorite young bands. Seems she just got divorced. But she's happy.
The band hadn't played in several weeks. I ended up walking toward the front with Mark at the break, and I asked if they'd been out of town. He said he had been working with Alejandro (presumably our local hero musician by that name), and he thought Scrappy had been doing something else. He summed up rather grimly, "You gotta make a living."
Which all gives me a sad feeling that our Thursday nights at the Lucky Lounge are numbered. In fact, Ian said, toward the end, we'll be here for the next four weeks.
The next four weeks.
It made me realize I need to buy all the CDs. Nothing lasts forever. You have to make a living.