Out on a school night

If only the guest of honor hadn't been felled by Jack in the Box--go figure--our rare Thursday evening foray into the grown-up world have been a birthday celebration, but, the birthday boy was in fact indisposed. What else for the rest of us to do, then, than to go out for no reason on a school night. Life is short. Weekends are few. And the world's twenty-year-olds shouldn't be the only ones having weeknight fun.

On the other hand, no twenty-year-old would have made it into this particular bar, Harrah's security being more tediously thorough than TSA agents screening my old friend Muhammed at the airport. It's not as if a quick glance in our general direction wouldn't prove we're--thank goodness--not under twenty-one, but we lost the first fifteen minutes of the opening act to the ticket purchase/id check/"reward card" issue/ticket scan/card scan/hand stamp gauntlet. I want those fifteen minutes back, too, because damn, that boy can sing (not that you can prove it with a youtube video).

Will Hoge
Woman Be Strong