It’s been a discouraging two days. Last night, the bar was noisy and overblown. Overgrown with people evidently on their millionth beer eyeing the short skirts walking past. I’m fairly cynical about the bars we play, and the people in them. The culture horrifies me. I was a greater part of it in Annapolis, constantly hit on by women considerably older that had dropped their pride and a couple of pounds to fit into tiny black skirts probably better worn by their already-pregnant daughters. (this is overly cruel, I know, but I’m not feeling kind tonight). Tonight there was simply no-one there. A couple of regulars who probably sit here every night after work and before struggling home. All on first-name-no-need-to-order-put-it-on-my-tab basis. We had a couple of our friends come in, easily doubling the population of the place. The last time we were there the bar had been packed wall-to-wall. Add another note to what we keep track of – Charlotte and Concorde, contrary to first glance, are college towns. There’s NO-ONE here.
And so we’ve made a comfort-food run, gathering items and calories that I don’t need OR deserve. Combos and cookies. So far this outing has been a net loss, and I try not to buy anything extraneous (eating soup, avoiding anything that involves laying non-gas-money down) until we start selling CDs or hitting the paid gigs, but tonight I’m feeling needy, and we pull in to a late night gas station. even at 11.40pm the only thing open. and scour the aisles for the perfect food in which to drown our troubles.
Heather’s being good, trying to stick to a new diet, but I’m craving, and there’s not much that will stand in my way.
