Not a serious kind of addiction like Heroin or anything like that. Not even alcohol, although that could have been argued at various points in my life. No, I am addicted to my bar. I don’t own it, I just spend a bunch of time there. I know I can eat and drink at home for less money. There are days at the bar when nobody but me shows up and it’s kind of quiet, so I don’t stay very long. Beyond that, this bar isn’t what I would call a meet market – not that I like meat markets, mind you. The bar is also pretty smokey and the TVs are pretty small. Despite all of this, I like the place.

I’ve never been a big fan of clubs. I prefer a good bar which is why I enjoy White Horse. I don’t have to always be on my game there, I can talk to people about whatever I want and I rarely have to worry about egocentric drunks. I’m not a big fan karaoke, but I prefer it to paying a cover charge to hear some DJ ‘spin’ CDs all night – at least I can get a laugh out of karaoke from time to time. To me, all clubs are the same: same music, same people, same vibe… none of it very fun. I’m not much for dancing (when I say ‘dancing,’ I mean the typical night club group dry-humping), and I don’t really get into the brand of music most of these places.

So, to make a long story short, I don’t like night clubs. I’ve always known people who differ with me on this point, and sometimes I grit my teeth and muscle through a night at one of these places (this would be how I know they’re all the same). I usually try to go in with an open mind, find a comfortable place and people-watch. Through this exercise, I know most of the people at these places are pretty much the same. It’s pretty funny witnessing the lengths some people will go to hook up. Ultimately, I get bored – watching people try to hook up is funny for about as long as MADTV – which is to say, not very. Eventually, I develop a sort of unwarrented contempt for most of them. No particular reason for it, it just sort of appears out of nowhere.

So anyway, I’ve never really written down why I don’t like clubs. Lately, I’ve been reading this guy’s site. He swings from funny to pretty pathetic honestly. Anyway, in one of his posts, he sums up perfectly why I don’t like clubs:

…mainly because I hate night clubs. I really, really hate them, and every place we went that night was a club. The only people who go to clubs are the ones who have nothing to say. They intentionally make it oppressively loud in clubs because it?s impossible to sound stupid if no one can hear you.

That’s pretty much it. And I took all this space to essentially say the same thing.