Report From The Culture Waste-land
Granville street entertainment district on the last weekend of summer isn't pretty... Thankfully it's raining and that's washing all the of generation y's beer vomit into the newly poured gutters. Without it the area is a regurgitation minefield.
I'm still feeling ill from my extended time in the Pillow dome dispatching AC/DC ( I seem to have some sort of light Bronchitis and my skin is really dry and red - I blame the buildings intense air-conditioning ) drinking booze makes it worse so I'm acting like I have a cold and drinking tea.
Down at the new Blenz on the corner where the new staff is so new several don't seem to have the best grasp of english let alone the menu. ( I mean really what is there to a coffee shop menu...)
So, while I'm waiting for them to figure out where on the touch screen is a large chamomile tea. I couldn't help notice a large group of guys in the corner of the shop. All eagerly telling they're nights clubbing experiences to each other. While, smiling big smiles like Johovas Witnesses or like they shared some big secret.
The group seemed sort of fake... like there were not really friends, forced together... Like an encounter group.
All the guys were pretty buff, super clean. Most with new short military haircuts and wearing Robson Street summer gangster street club ware - "Affliction" and Armani Exchange labels covered most of them.
They were all very, super congratulatory. Like some sort of support group. As I waited for the staff to figure out what "Camomile tea" actually was in all the little tins. I heard each recounting their nights ability to score numbers.
Then I heard the key words coming from mouth of the super clean, super moisturized face of the counselor... Keeping "SETS" in frame, working the field to build confidence, to get off off the "CANNED" intros...
That's when I realised I'd tumbled out of the rain and across the end of one of those, " You can be a Pick Up Artist" Seminars.
( Where guys pay 2 grand to have some Pick up artist come up from LA and teach them how to successfully approach the super hot women who frequent meat market clubs to search for a real "money" guy, in hopes of never having to be Cougars one day. I have to admit I've read the books. What single guy hasn't. I've looked at their website and checked their forums. I mean... REALLY.... What single guy hasn't in the middle of that super down moment of loneliness and desperation over meeting ( Or the lack of ability to - Meet women))
Funny thing is, sleeping with Catherine during Les Miserables has sort of taken that sense of desperation of not being with someone... as that's what usually happens as the days grow shorter away, in past years. I start to really want someone to just hole up with. It's probably a caveman response.
I think instead, I'm really getting comfortable with myself at long last. I wish I knew why or how - because it really helps in the scheme of things...It's an odd non caring about hitting on women feeling. And, it helps me actually meet them outside of shows. A feeling that I haven't had since RENT in 98. When I was working on being celibate while my Prince Albert healed.
It's odd.. looking at these guys they were for the most part much better looking than me I'd rate. Younger... for the most part. Taller... a good half of them....Why would guys like THEY need this kind of thing...?
I d' seen guys on this thing before talking their way backstage into a VIP line up once at a Coliseum show... but those guys all were sort of dressed the hipster style - but kind of still posing / faking it. These guys looked , dressed and basically were the jock type guys I had to compete with in High-school.
And they were needing advice about how to chat up girls????
As they continued they're "pump up the volume" verbal high fiveing... two REALLY young, cute, drunk girls came up to the centre Island where I was pouring honey into my tea...
One looked at my though her really drunk eyes and started to ask for a coffee. When she realised I was a customer... not the barista... She then went on about how hot I was, that I was the best looking guy in the room and that I WAS SO HOT.....While this full table of what I always thought were hot - clubby Armani - Affliction dudes were getting up, and forming to go back out and Sarge the rest of the meat market clubs in the downtown core.
To them.. girls like this were 5's versus the 10's they were out to get numbers from. But, even though I knew this young girl was so drunk she could barely see straight... I was really flattered and somewhat amused that this actual moment had come to pass....
Even if the whole night felt really bizarre....
Granville street entertainment district on the last weekend of summer isn't pretty... Thankfully it's raining and that's washing all the of generation y's beer vomit into the newly poured gutters. Without it the area is a regurgitation minefield.
I'm still feeling ill from my extended time in the Pillow dome dispatching AC/DC ( I seem to have some sort of light Bronchitis and my skin is really dry and red - I blame the buildings intense air-conditioning ) drinking booze makes it worse so I'm acting like I have a cold and drinking tea.
Down at the new Blenz on the corner where the new staff is so new several don't seem to have the best grasp of english let alone the menu. ( I mean really what is there to a coffee shop menu...)
So, while I'm waiting for them to figure out where on the touch screen is a large chamomile tea. I couldn't help notice a large group of guys in the corner of the shop. All eagerly telling they're nights clubbing experiences to each other. While, smiling big smiles like Johovas Witnesses or like they shared some big secret.
The group seemed sort of fake... like there were not really friends, forced together... Like an encounter group.
All the guys were pretty buff, super clean. Most with new short military haircuts and wearing Robson Street summer gangster street club ware - "Affliction" and Armani Exchange labels covered most of them.
They were all very, super congratulatory. Like some sort of support group. As I waited for the staff to figure out what "Camomile tea" actually was in all the little tins. I heard each recounting their nights ability to score numbers.
Then I heard the key words coming from mouth of the super clean, super moisturized face of the counselor... Keeping "SETS" in frame, working the field to build confidence, to get off off the "CANNED" intros...
That's when I realised I'd tumbled out of the rain and across the end of one of those, " You can be a Pick Up Artist" Seminars.
( Where guys pay 2 grand to have some Pick up artist come up from LA and teach them how to successfully approach the super hot women who frequent meat market clubs to search for a real "money" guy, in hopes of never having to be Cougars one day. I have to admit I've read the books. What single guy hasn't. I've looked at their website and checked their forums. I mean... REALLY.... What single guy hasn't in the middle of that super down moment of loneliness and desperation over meeting ( Or the lack of ability to - Meet women))
Funny thing is, sleeping with Catherine during Les Miserables has sort of taken that sense of desperation of not being with someone... as that's what usually happens as the days grow shorter away, in past years. I start to really want someone to just hole up with. It's probably a caveman response.
I think instead, I'm really getting comfortable with myself at long last. I wish I knew why or how - because it really helps in the scheme of things...It's an odd non caring about hitting on women feeling. And, it helps me actually meet them outside of shows. A feeling that I haven't had since RENT in 98. When I was working on being celibate while my Prince Albert healed.
It's odd.. looking at these guys they were for the most part much better looking than me I'd rate. Younger... for the most part. Taller... a good half of them....Why would guys like THEY need this kind of thing...?
I d' seen guys on this thing before talking their way backstage into a VIP line up once at a Coliseum show... but those guys all were sort of dressed the hipster style - but kind of still posing / faking it. These guys looked , dressed and basically were the jock type guys I had to compete with in High-school.
And they were needing advice about how to chat up girls????
As they continued they're "pump up the volume" verbal high fiveing... two REALLY young, cute, drunk girls came up to the centre Island where I was pouring honey into my tea...
One looked at my though her really drunk eyes and started to ask for a coffee. When she realised I was a customer... not the barista... She then went on about how hot I was, that I was the best looking guy in the room and that I WAS SO HOT.....While this full table of what I always thought were hot - clubby Armani - Affliction dudes were getting up, and forming to go back out and Sarge the rest of the meat market clubs in the downtown core.
To them.. girls like this were 5's versus the 10's they were out to get numbers from. But, even though I knew this young girl was so drunk she could barely see straight... I was really flattered and somewhat amused that this actual moment had come to pass....
Even if the whole night felt really bizarre....
If the school find out that i had pics here on SG i would loose my job. So i have not said anything. But it is my butt who is on the net. So i dont think they should care.... I will have new hopeful sets submitted soon. Im just so lazy to get the set ready....