Change of fucking topic.
For contextual reference, I am a lifetime New Yorker and young enough to really have adult fun but old enough to remember the good old days.
Like the afterparty.
There was a time that one would go out to an event, rock show, club, whateves, but the real troopers were not the straglers that just stuck around til the end but the motherfuckers that outlasted the actual party. It’s akin to shutting down a pub or being shut in a pub, the latter of which don’t happen much no mores.
For those soldiers, there was the afterparty. The event that was discussed in front of the persons that had to leave early or was just weaksauce.
So and so celeb showed up.
This and this happened.
You should have stuck around.
Now the afterparty is scenester bullshit that involves some broke fucker handing out a flyer for said event at $20 an hour. Even worse than that is the “exclusive” party for people “in the knoe” or as I call it “on the dick.” And the king of them all the afterparty for a celeb that is not going to attend in a million years.
What happened to people just realizing that it was 4AM and that their friend was closing the kick ass bar that they work at? It was last minute. It was for the hardcore. It was just whatever.
I dunno. I think I will spend 2007 getting on this new scene and going Tyler Durden on that shit. Do not leave your martini at the bar scenster bitch. If it tastes funny, it is funny.