The big news of the day is that it’s snowing! But its winter and I live in the Mid-Atlantic
sooooo… why is that news again? I am
from Pittsburgh, went to school in it and learned to drive in it, since I am a
January baby, snow is such a nonfactor.
I get up clean off my car and go to work! I expect everyone to do that. But not so here in Baltimore. They actually closed everything and I do mean
EVERYTHING even before one snow flake fell.
And I get it; I mean at least I think I do. God forbid if I say something to anyone here
or further south. The explanation is
that ‘they’ aren’t prepared. But YEAH
‘they’ kinda are! It probably wouldn’t faze
me if I was in an industry that didn’t keep moving no matter what the weather
and if I was a full-time employee. But both of these for me are not true. I work in the financial industry and when the
stock market is on, so are we. Now what
I do specifically is not that essential, but I am a lowly contractor thankful
for my job, if I don’t work, I don’t eat.
And I’m not trying to be so dramatic, but it’s really real, I mean I
won’t starve immediately mostly because I have lots of extra layers, and some
cash in reserve, but you know what I mean!
This past Friday I went after saying I needed several
drinks on the good Facebook a friend of mine said that a DJ I hadn’t seen in
years was playing at a spot in Baltimore.
I had never heard of this place, The WindUp. The powers that be are revamping North Ave.
it’s called ‘Station North’. I guess in
part to separate it from its hood tendencies.
At any rate after I found a parking spot comically in front of Club
Choices (put ya guns up what’s up WHAT’S UP!!) and then proceeded to read the
meter information to see if I needed to pay.
I don’t mess with getting tickets in Baltimore City so thankfully the
Asian guy from the restaurant told me I didn’t need to put money in there. There was a homeless dude that looked like he
was about to get out of pocket but what he didn’t know is he was gonna get a
massive beat down. He stayed in his
lane! So I’m all excited Kommie Pig
which is a food truck is outside of the place.
I get a hotdog because I just needed a little something. The random guy in front of me says I have to
try the potato salad. I didn’t want
anything mayonnaisey yet his response was well don’t worry about the
calories. Lookey here little boy, let me
concern myself with calories and my butt.
The food truck dude gives me a fork and I ensure there are no cooties
and give a taste. Pretty good!! Now even though the cover was only 5 bucks I
still managed to get there before you had to pay. I can be real frugal that way. LOL I find some
seats next to the break dancing ‘cypher’; you know what I’m not even sure if
that’s what you call it but it was a bunch of kids in a circle trying to 1 up
each other by break dancing which I didn’t even know was popular. At the point
where there were too many flat asses in my face I decided to move. I met my friend and her boyfriend at the
bar. I should say I don’t really do
clubs to much anymore, HOWEVER in the name of getting out there more I have
been to a few places this month. My
issue is I don’t like crowds, I don’t like to be pushed; I don’t like you
dancing all up on me. I just need my own
little space and corner and I’m good. So
I decided that I would make my way to the wall and either lean or dance
whatever the song called for. This is a
mixed club but it is mostly 20something Baltimore hipsters who are an odd yet
interesting bunch to say the least. I get to the wall and begin my lean and
then the DJ put on something that deserved a lil 2 step. The crew to my right were drunk white
girls. **LOUD SIGH** Please leave me
alone and more importantly don’t spill your drink on me. So one decided I needed to be her best
friend. HEY!!! YOU CAN JOIN OUR
CIRLCE!!! Ummm… no thanks I’m good right
here. NO NO NO!!!! JOIN OUR CIRCLE!!! So I move a little more to the left. I don’t know where the blind dude came from
but all of a sudden there was a guy in the middle of the floor with a big ass
seeing eye stick… wait what do you call them?
A big cane that blind people use. A CANE. This is very curious to me because no one is
helping him. Not that he needed help…
but yeah he kinda did. I kept looking
around to see where his friends were. I
think the dudes dancing near him were his friends but it was strange. He persists to bumping into EVERYONE around
him… well cause he’s blind. But wait is
he really blind? Naturally he makes his
way to me and I’m standing there like DAMMIT WHY ME?!?! I am just trying to post up and wait for Rich
Medina, the DJ. He of course bumps into
me and steps on my toes, but I take it for a bit, well you know cause he’s
blind. Now I may have imagined this but
I coulda swore he reached for the girls.
I stood there for a second like DID THIS FOOL (BLIND FOOL) JUST TRY TO
TOUCH MY GOODIES?!?!? So I move more to
the left. Now I am smack dab in the
middle of black Baltimore hipsters who CANNOT DANCE. The one guy was dancing so hard I was really
afraid for my life, he was dancing like Elaine (from Senfield LOL). At this point I have had all the ‘partying’ I
can handle for one night. I move more to
the left and now in front of the speakers and it is just way too loud for my 40
year old self LOL. I found my friends
got my coat that I hung up. I’m not sure
why I thought it was ok to do that, but I am pretty trusting and it was still
there. I went to the back just as Rich
came on, but at this point I am so sleepy and the floor is concrete and it just
about murdered my back. I listen for
maybe another ½ hour and then I’m out. I
was going to hit up the food truck again but they were moving slow and I needed
to sit…. You know cause I’m 40 now!!
When my initial response to something is ‘how the fuck
does that help me?’ I know I need to take a step back before responding… Responding with that potty mouth will not get
me anywhere so I should woosai… I’m
turning up my music which is good mix from Gilles Peterson basement
session. Maybe if I get up and do a
little kneegrow 2-step I’ll feel even better!? The folks would really think I’m crazy then.
I guess I shouldn’t be mad when they don’t celebrate my
birthday at work when I never bother to tell anyone… but then they never bother
to ask. Hmmm…. And then when they DO
celebrate someone whose birthday is near mine I get a lil funky. I guess I can’t have it both ways LOL
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