Thursday, March 13, 2008

the end of an era,...(well, maybe)

Most people our age (21-35, whatever?) have a spot (or at least they should). No, not a cute little dogie named spot, but a place where they can go to have a beer, eat some tasty food, fellowship a little, be loud, blow off some steam, almost get in street fights with the kitchen crew, watch a game, or even meet new people. Well, my group of friends and some family members have frequented an establishment for the past few years near UK's campus called Pazzos. Pazzos has it all, a really cool college-type atmosphere, good food and quite a few imported beers on draft to choose from. I know what you're asking, what seems to be the problem? This sounds like the perfect place. Well it was, but it is no longer. Things change. About 6 months ago some dude in a car shows up in the parking lot behind the actual restaurant, let's call him the "parking Nazi". Parking Nazi has no power what-so-ever, besides a cell phone and a gruff demeanor. His methods of intimidation include, but are not limited to, "all bark and no bite", and the 2nd grade tattle tell that we all knew so many years ago. Let's just say that he makes parking way more hassle than it needs to be. Another recent downfall to our haven is the handing over of a state issued driver's license just to get a buzzer to wait for 2 hours. Yep, believe it. "Why do I need to show you my DL to get a buzzer,? I politely asked. "Well people are stealing them, so, uuhh, well we just, like, need to write down your license number so you don't steal it". Right, I whispered to myself. This is easily comparable to your favourite band selling out (something that's been on my mind recently). They can't help it if they get more popular. Other people are drawn to them for the same reasons you are. Only, you found them first, you have more invested in them. You take more ownership in them. And now look, all these people have come in and ruined what you hold so dear. I don't know, maybe I'm off this time, but things change. Time moves on. Have we lost our favourite local hang out? Probably not, but in the end a 2 hour wait time seems to be totally ridiculous. I'm just not going to put up with it. The point to all this isn't that we aren't ever going to go back, but when we do go back, it seems like it will never quite be the same. Talk amongst yourselves.

listening to right now: The Magnificent Dance by The Clash

Jesse David Chula the III, Esquire

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