Thumpa, Thumpa
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.
Perhaps you are a grumpy old man (perhaps not) -- but in this case I think you have a valid point. If I walk in the door and the music is too loud I leave and go somewhere else because I can't stand having to shout across the table.
ReplyDeletePlease let us know where this is so that we can avoid it. Hey, is that Chuckles?
ReplyDeleteThe food is fantastic, and we could have sat outside but for somebody's breathing problems. Yes, that is Chuckles.
ReplyDeleteMy friends Lyoid and Jonny moved next door to you while you were gone.
ReplyDeleteLyoid, and Jonny? Doesn't anybody spell their name correctly anymore? I think I'll call myself Alyn.
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