Went to a big holiday party at a club in Hollywood this evening. I haven’t been out to a club in years. It could easily be ten or twelve, I just don’t remember.
The party was a lot of fun. The host is a big, or should I say huge Star Wars fan. The place was populated with all sorts of Star Wars characters. I don’t know who was playing Darth Vader and Chewbacca, but these men were quite tall. I am 5’10 and I only came up to their shoulders.
There were a bunch of guys dressed up as storm troopers, Boba Fett and all sorts of other characters.
In addition they had an ’80s theme so there were all these bands from my high school days. The English Beat played two sets. Save it For Later and Tears of a Clown brought back some good memories.
There is something special about live music, especially when you have a crowd that is into it. And tonight people just let loose. I am not a huge fan of crowds, but I did have a good time wading out onto the dance floor and just moving with the masses.
And now here I sit hours later. I smell like smoke and my clothes are soaked in sweat and the beer that the nice drunk storm trooper spilled on me. I am just trying to unwind so that I can go to sleep.
Since becoming a father I have had more than one night in which I got less than three hours of sleep so tonight won’t be anything special. Ok, that is not entirely true. This is the first time in years that I went out on a school night and engaged in a little carousing.
A couple of beers, some party food and dancing. Maybe you can turn the clock back. I have to say that at the moment I feel like I am 25 again.
Twenty-five. It feels like it was yesterday, in fact in my mind’s eye I still see the 19 year-old kid I used to be. The problem is that the guy I see in the mirror doesn’t look like that 19 year-old anymore. Sure, there is a very strong resemblance. The body is a little thicker here and there and there are a few lines in my face that never used to be there before. Ok, there is a little less hair and a couple of other things but aside from that………
There is more to say and much more that could be said, but this 25 year old is going to try and count some sheep.
Lailah tov from LA.
Tamara,
I only wish that I was still 25. The sad thing is that I am closer to 40 than I am to 30 or to 25.
Miriam,
They put on a good show.
Gooch,
I saw Rush in 1987. The Fab T-Birds opened up for them. They weren’t bad, not sure if they were Tough Enough. 😉
It was my first year in LA when I learned that you could hire classic bands for private parties. I went to a private industry party at the House of Blues on Sunset where the Fabulous Thunderbirds played for our group. Which I suppose would have been cool had I been a Fabulous Thunderbirds fans.
Glad you had a good time.
The English Beat! I was big fan. 🙂
Wait Jack, you’re only 25! Man, I swear I am getting old.
The party sounds like nerdie fun. It’s good you went. It’s good to sew our oats once in a while. : )