Stumble Along

I stumbled into this bar in Hollywood because I forgot to go to the ATM and owed the parking attendant $10 (wtf?) and even though the surcharge on bar ATMs is ridiculous, I had no other options as there wasn't a stand alone bank-affiliated machine in sight and I wasn't going to walk around Hollywood by myself after dark in search of cash.

That's how I ended up in a half-empty, but still raucous bar, where I think I might have been the only girl. And I was standing at the ATM and all I could hear around me was laughter and this guy slurring "I hate [insert name of famous klub kid here]" and "I want to run over [said klub kid]" over and over again. And for a minute, I thought I might actually know the guys talking, just because I knew a lot of the club kid (or klub kid) crowd back when I was a wee Wednesday Addams lookalike. So I turned around and I saw the guys and they were far older than anyone I would know. I'm talking gray hair and big bear beards and I couldn't help but wonder what the hell was the connection here.

Maybe they just watch a lot of reality tv.