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There she goes....
I couldn't help it. As I walked by what used to be my favorite bar I had to peer through the window and see the abomination. I could not even recognize it anymore, my old home away from home. "Goddamnit", I sighed to my date. "This used to be my favorite place, and now its just going to be another sh-tty yuppie bar."
"The Office" as it's now called, used to be "Scolari's Office" on 30th in between University and Lincoln. A great place to see underground bands, get the f-ck out of the house, have good times with friends, and have drinks without draining your wallet. Sure it had it's downsides. It smelled funny, the PA was often half working, and there were various scumbags around from time to time. Nothing out of the ordinary for an actual dive bar. But I had some of my best times there, met most of my close friends there, and saw alot of good bands there. It felt like a community.
Now its cheap drinks are replaced with 5 dollar wells, no cover charge replaced with a cover charge, dark comforting atmosphere replaced with trendy bullsh-t lights and what have you. Even a f-cking velvet rope outside.
As I walked with my date towards Lincoln and my soon to be stolen truck I looked down 30th street. La Boheme, the ultimate "f-ck you" to people who loved their neighborhood just as it was 5 years ago. Yoga studio, restaurant, dance studio, restaurant, beer snob bar, SUV's, lifted bro trucks, BMWs. In the distance the sh-thole that was Aztec Bowl now nestled against a Starbucks.
"I remember when everyone called that Donut shop "Hooker Donuts", because all the tranny hookers would lurk late at night around the back waiting for Johns." I tell my date. "You could go in there wasted at 2:30am and get a pink crueller and a coffee and watch the trannies come out of the shadows like vampires. It was amazing."
She laughs and says, "Sounds like fun."
"Yeah" I sigh, "They don't stay open late anymore."
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There she goes....
There she goes....
I couldn't help it. As I walked by what used to be my favorite bar I had to peer through the window and see the abomination. I could not even recognize it anymore, my old home away from home. "Goddamnit", I sighed to my date. "This used to be my favorite place, and now its just going to be another sh-tty yuppie bar."
"The Office" as it's now called, used to be "Scolari's Office" on 30th in between University and Lincoln. A great place to see underground bands, get the f-ck out of the house, have good times with friends, and have drinks without draining your wallet. Sure it had it's downsides. It smelled funny, the PA was often half working, and there were various scumbags around from time to time. Nothing out of the ordinary for an actual dive bar. But I had some of my best times there, met most of my close friends there, and saw alot of good bands there. It felt like a community.
Now its cheap drinks are replaced with 5 dollar wells, no cover charge replaced with a cover charge, dark comforting atmosphere replaced with trendy bullsh-t lights and what have you. Even a f-cking velvet rope outside.
As I walked with my date towards Lincoln and my soon to be stolen truck I looked down 30th street. La Boheme, the ultimate "f-ck you" to people who loved their neighborhood just as it was 5 years ago. Yoga studio, restaurant, dance studio, restaurant, beer snob bar, SUV's, lifted bro trucks, BMWs. In the distance the sh-thole that was Aztec Bowl now nestled against a Starbucks.
"I remember when everyone called that Donut shop "Hooker Donuts", because all the tranny hookers would lurk late at night around the back waiting for Johns." I tell my date. "You could go in there wasted at 2:30am and get a pink crueller and a coffee and watch the trannies come out of the shadows like vampires. It was amazing."
She laughs and says, "Sounds like fun."
"Yeah" I sigh, "They don't stay open late anymore."
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