The music is pulsing, all the young folks are smiling and grooving, my head is throbbing. So what is an old fart like me doing in a loud night club? Well, I’m not in a night club. I’m in a goddamned restaurant, a very nice restaurant with very good food. Unfortunately I can’t enjoy my meal because they have the music turned up, and because of the lack of good acoustics, every sound, every musical beat, reverberates off the walls. After forty minutes of this manic meal I have finally excused myself, and retreated to the restroom. I figured that I could get some relief in the toilet, and by that I mean relief from the noise. My mistake, I belly up to the urinal, but there is no quiet in here. They have a speaker directly over the urinals pounding out the crazed music even louder than out in the dining room. Now it could be that I am turning into that grouchy old man who bitches about everything, but the fact that the people I went to dinner with were complaining about sore throats from shouting across the dinner table makes me think not….
Or both could be true.