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Tomorrow is the start of Easter weekend. I think it's time to head to Rome and see if there's any girls looking for a reason to go to Confession in the morning.
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I hit one of my funks recently. The "Fuck, I hate my life, I have nothing going for me, no future, I'm lonely, probably going to die cold and alone" hardcore ones, made worse by the fact that, being stuck living on a ship, I can't even get away from all the ignorant fucks bringing me down. Can't go out and get...
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I really, REALLY need to hurry up, make rank, and get my own place. Most of the time I spend in the local "Triangle of Doom" aka three bars sailors frequent is because I'm leeching wifi.

Own place = no more need to go to said bars and end up getting pulled along until 5am as some shipmates decide it's a good idea to...
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Another Valentine's day. Whoop. At least I'm not waiting tables this year so I can actually get away from it for a bit. Unfortunately, everyone on the ship that has someone back home is somehow compelled to explain that fact every 3-4 seconds.

I need to hurry up and learn Italian so I can get GTFO of my little American corner and out...
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New account, new year, new me. Far too much has changed for me since I last even looked at this thing. Only reason I brought it back was because someone gave me a coupon for 3 free months. We'll see how it goes and whether or not it's still a site I can give a damned about.
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So I went to the SG party last night at Ruby Skye in San Francisco. Between tickets, gas, parking, and drinks, I spent about $70 (I'm not including the cost of the shirt I bought since I can use that for other events) And to top it off, I had a miserable time. I needed to keep a good buzz going just to deal...
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bigeasybri:
As an aging hipster with more than a little experience with this topic, I think you have answered your own question by your descriptions of the respective scenes. Club/fancy bar scene= self-absorbed, see and be seen, what-pretty-person-can-i-hook-up-with crowd. Everyone there aspires to be the star of their own show. At a small club with a live band, the focus is on the band and the music, not the crowd. Since moving to Vegas a couple of years ago, I've had occasion to visit one of the mega clubs on the strip. (I work a side gig as a bartender spy). The crowd is truly astonishing. Never have I seen so many girls clad so scantily. It may take an hour or longer to get in. Well drinks are $10 each. A regular old beer is $8. Hell, water is $6... water... If I wasn't being paid to go there, I wouldn't set foot anywhere near the place. Live music is where it's at. And, while I know it's been a long time... when I was your age and growing up in the Bay Area, there were live music venues everywhere. I spent virtually every weekend driving up to S.F. or Berkeley or somewhere to see a show. Even at my ripe old age, I'd rather go out wearing shorts and Jack Purcells to see a live show than get all dressed up for a club.... Viva la live music.
shelby122:
Any guy wearing chucks gets points from me...and the bar/club scene gets old fast....
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Finally, after 12 total hours, $150 in various expenses (gas, feeding the help) and six trips, I have finaly managed to move myself 20 miles. In that context, I can't help but feel like I got screwed in the deal.