Going to the House Of Blues was a delightful experience; I enjoyed the live music, bragged that Marek is on stage doing a fabulous job playing Dave Matthews Band songs.
I think that I saw the concert from every single angle and floor possible, and I was loosing and finding friends all night long!
After the concert we decided to stick around and say hi to Marek...
Did I mention that I absolutely love the decor at the House of Blues? I tried to figure out who the interior designers were, but couldn't find any information online about it... so sad..
I enjoyed a bit of acting like a goofball with a bunch of friends, after which we all decided to join a birthday party at what I'm assuming is a Russian Club in Deep Ellum; that's where we learned who still had the young gene and who lost it.
I lost it.
We met a few people we knew, also standing in line, and robbed one of them of the hand made meringue puffs, which were actually a hand made present for the birthday girl, and quite delicious!
After standing in a line, which never seemed to move, we finally entered, Truth & Alibi, otherwise known as T&A (yea, I'm not kidding.)
Holy smokes! This place was so packed that we literally had to squeeze our way through an ocean of bodies; sardines in a tin can pretty much sums it up nicely! All I kept thinking was if there was a fire in here, 50% of people or more would go bye bye. There were two doors, the front was so skinny that only one body at a time would pass through (it said, not an exit), and the back exit door was so hard to find that it was like looking for a needle in a haystack.
A group of guys appeared, with eyebrows so sculpted that they must have been an envy of every woman in town... (here's where I will assume that at this point I am "old fashioned") I was trying desperately not stare at what seemed ridiculously funny. I mean, don't get me wrong, a drag queen or what ever needs to sculpt them, but I'm talking Jersey Shore! (I tried to find a photo which compared to the level of browscaping, but apparently even the Jersey Shore guys aren't as precise as this particular group from Dallas.) On top of the eyebrow issue, they sounded like a male version of a valley girl: "Oh my god! I bet my x is in there!" ...as if it's the end of the world... a high school drama. All this coming out of what otherwise would have been an attractive, handsome, tall man. At that point I decided that this was just a bit too much for me... The decision to grab some sushi instead was clear;)
Of course while a few of us were trying to squeeze our way to the exit, we kept running into happy and bouncy faces we knew well; you know, the ones whose young genes were obviously still in tact. At some point I felt cold liquid trickle down my leg and into my fabulous high heel... someone managed to spill their drink down my back, the stench of which reminded me why I don't drink this bubble gum junk in the first place. After pushing our way though the endless sea of sardines, we finally made it to the exit door;)
Deep Ellum is currently a fabulous mess! Brightly lit entertainment places are stacked up next to each other, reminiscent of the sardine can issue inside the club, with parking which is pretty much impossible to find, or better yet, fishy as hell, as you could be handing over money to a random thug, who takes off after he made enough, while your car is being hooked up to a tow truck. There isn't a place without road work, and generally speaking, it's a different kind of world. A very magical world! I absolutely love it. Buildings as sardines are okay in my book;)
Turns out that although we could still walk into the sushi bar, no one will serve food at 2 am... So we ended up in a pizza joint, sprinkling our cheap pizza slices with crushed hot peppers and watching Sharknado while the colorful life around Deep Ellum kept doing it's thing.
