Old Town musings

Went out with some friends tonight...ended up at Elliot's. Conveniently "forgot" what Old Town is like on Thursday nights. That or had just blocked it out of my memories. I remember in high school when going to the Thursday night concerts was THE thing to do. Now I just hate the crowds and lack of parking and can't remember why I would go through such a hassle to hear what was normally a fairly crappy band. Walking around tonight made me feel ooooolllllddd! Of course, the fact that my friends and I usually end our nights by midnight substantiates that feeling. What happened to crawling in at dawn?!
Another part of Old Town is visiting my brother, good ol' Schwa, at work. I visit for several reasons. The biggest is that I never see him unless I drop by Paris so I do so whenever I am downtown and know he is working, even if it is for only a few minutes. I also like to visit because it's fun to see the looks I and my friends often receive from some of the clientele. Most people are just like anywhere else, but every once in awhile I catch a look of "You are so not angst-ridden enough to be in here." Ah well, how little they know how often we were in the Paris of old. True, not as often as some, but still. I get the sneaking suspicion I may get some flack for this entry, but hey, I call 'em as I see 'em.