tacolad

So it's now been like half a damn year since I've updated this thing... that's kinda sad-like.

But since I now write a weekly column in one of the major newspapers here in town, it's like I'm officially PAID to do a blog now... so my online ones tend to suffer a wee bit.

So it's New Year's Eve... hoorah. And everybody gets to have fun except for me.

(1) At one of the clubs in downtown Rock Island, some really cool bands are playing. Driver of the Year and the debut of Kerry Tucker (ex-Einstein's Sister)'s new band. I'd totally love to be there.

(2) All of the indie kids in town have talked the Brew & View into throwing a shindig, complete with hipster DJ's and the like. I'd totally love to be there.

Instead, I'm stuck at MY club, catering to the Britney-Justin-Snoop Dogg crowd... and it's gonna be DEAD. Nobody comes out to our place on New Year's. Every other club in town has a MAD cover tonite (like $10-20-ish,) so people find a club and stay in it until the wee hours of the morning -- thus creating virtually no foot traffic. My club, being one of the not-so-popular ones, relies on foot traffic to get kiddos through the door. So we're gonna be dead tonight... OR we're gonna be busy with a bunch of cheap-asses who won't want to pay the cover.

Any way you look at it, it's a-gonna suck. And now I need to go track down a freakin' version of Auld Lang Syne to play at midnight. Oh joy.

I love to DJ, I really do. I'm just... not... in the mood for it tonight.