Tips for a Saturday night...

This photo of an unidentified man is all that remains from a Saturday night in Columbus.

here's the thing about drinking, going out and getting old - it's all about momentum. When you're a young'un, you can lose steam and quickly regather aforementioned steam, but at my advanced age, one slip-up and the night can turn into a headache and yawn fest.

So, when the band me and a couple others trekked to the campus area to see decided not to take the stage until 1 a.m., all momentum from earlier drinking was lost. Too bad, cause they seemed good.

And yes, i said "campus area." it brought back a lot of memories: the unsafe housing, the alcohol marketing materials used as decoration inside every apartment and the beer bottles strewn all about the, uh, everywhere. (wait, I think I left that one there in 1993.)

As for attending a shithole bar on campus to see a band, it was great to see the same alternative cast of characters still frequenting these establishments:

- the kid with the olive green Army jacket, big glasses and Chuck Taylors.
- the bartender with bangs so low you couldn't see her eyes, but somehow remained mysteriously hot.
- the funky girls with the funky glasses and funky clothes
- the guys who are way too old to be there, but they're in the band so...
- the rest wearing black or brown or ironic shirts. could have all been Stache's in 1994 as far as I was concerned. in fact, I think some of these people were probably there.

Anyway, it was good to hang out with the Fremont visitors.