Last night I went out to a not so neighborhood bar (an Irish bar that really isn't an Irish bar). It's not a place I would regularly go to, but I was meeting up with a couple of former co-workers to discuss "things." I only lasted about 45 minutes there because of two large factors:
- The band that was playing was a U2 cover band. You would think if you were a musician, this would be the lowest way of making a living for yourself that there would be out there. You may as well kill yourself. Not only as a musician are you not playing your own music, you are cover one of the most pretentious full of themselves bands out there, who's music really isn't that great to begin with, but is even worse because everyone thinks they are the second coming of Christ. Also, the band leader wears sunglasses indoors and goes by only one name. The lead singer of this cover band put in way too much effort to try to look exactly like Bono too. The saddest thing was that people there were really getting into it and enjoying the music.
- Secondly, athough it was 10:30 and it was in a loud bar someone genius and future Darwin Award winner thought it would be a great idea to bring their baby into the bar. The baby looked like she was probably about 3 months old. Yes, I know the baby was only there for about 5 minutes and you just wanted to show her off to your other white-trash coworkers and the company annual cluster-f**k, but come on. GET A BABY SITTER!
