This past weekend was a busy one. I finished moving in to my new house, did some weed eating, went to JR’s Lightbulb Club on its last night of existence and I attended my high school reunion downtown at The Radisson.
I’ll post more about my house later when we are finished fixing it up (read: next year) and when there are some killer photos to show and brag about. Weed eating is just weed eating and nobody wants to read about how tough I felt when purchasing my first gas-powered weed eater.
The closing of JR’s is pretty depressing. I have been drinking beer and playing shows at that place for over 10 years now and it’s been a Fayetteville hotspot since 1988. Apparently, it will re-open in a couple of months as a gay dance club called “Tangerine”. Seriously. No joke. There are rumors that the owners are opening a couple of JR’s-style dive bars around town pretty soon but none of them will feature live music. Four letters: L-A-M-E.
At my reunion, I was surprised to see that nobody had changed all that much after 10 years. I’ll bet after 20, I won’t even be able to recognize myself, let alone any of the other freaks and geeks (oh yeah, and cool dudes). The reunion itself was pretty boring but I did have a great time catching up with 5 or 6 friends from back in the day. I laughed harder than I’ve laughed in a few months and I managed to sabotage a few of my classmates by constructing something I like to call “Spoon Tied To A Balloon In The Aisle So It Gets Tangled In Peoples’ Feet While They Walk Behind Me.” There were a couple of celebs there too including me, a girl we went to high school with who was on MTV’s The Real World and her (husband?) Scott Wolf from Party Of Five fame.
The sweetest part of the weekend, however, was finding out that Seth and I’s names were still in the mailbox at the townhouse we lived in together right after graduating highschool 10 years ago. Hell yeah. Check it out in the picture below.
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