Well, at the end of all things, the gigs went off okay. My amp sounded pretty pristine (though Heather chose to hit it anyways – but just like anything, they don’t learn if you beat them while they’re being good) – and we gathered “pretty good numbers for a coffeehouse” apparently. I miss home though.
I’m somewhat frightened by the Wilmington night-Life. My impression of this city WAS that everyone in the city was gay. I know that that’s just the crowd we’re hanging around with, but much of the rest of the town seems suspiciously swishy… But Friday night, the nature of downtown shifts – everyone is suddenly straight, trashy, and drunk. Watching sorority-esque blondes weaving down Front Street, I’m driving half the speed limit to avoid people who might stagger in front of the car… cruising cars with whooping teenagers… sullen police officers and sullen guys bitching about how a club wouldn’t let them in because they were “too drunk”.
I’ve never seen anything like it – but that probably says more about how sheltered I am than anything else. I’ve never seen a street so crawling with guys that look identical to one another, all goggling at thin women with tan lines exposed by dresses slipping off their shoulders. How very GGW.
