March 3, 2001
and me went to this one club in Hollywood tonight, because Ashley's
dying to go dancing and I'm tired of listening to her bitching about
it. Itís been so long since Iíve been to a club. Doesn't
seem to be much of a point. I mean, go ahead and just put a sign
over the door before you go in Ė No Lasting Relationships Will Be Made
Here Tonight. You Will Not Find The Love Of Your Life.
||You Will Only
Find A Temporary Hook-Up That Will Make You Feel Like Shit In The
Morning. Your Soulmate Is Not At The Bar. Go To A Friendís
Party. Lighting Is Better. Itís Quieter. Drinks Are
Where do you
meet people anymore? I mean, people that you can actually have a
conversation with after three days? Maybe itís in the Midwest
that you could actually meet somebody in a club and turn it into a
normal relationship. You go to somebodyís wedding in Arkansas,
and you ask how did the lucky couple meet and they say in a bar.
Yeah, I could buy that. Not here, though. Here you either
come to dance, or you come to hook up. They should have nametags
at the door so thereís no mistaking anything.
So we're at the
club and Iím watching everything going on, and I came to the
conclusion that man, girls just donít have a clue.