Homer has nothing on this place...

So I am in Vancouver with Natural Prozac and my other BC friend Arabia and they decided they should take me to Odyssey - the Hottest Gay Bar in the City! Yeah, it is blog worthy I tell you.

So for those who do not remember I am a thirty something and Natural Prozac and Arabia are twenty somethings...normally not an issue, but when it comes to clubbing, then the age difference becomes quite apparent. Granted, I was an old man when I was 16, so that should not shock anyone that I was not really comfortable at the club.

But the point of this blog is not about my feelings of insecurity, which were many, but it is about my analysis of clubbing in general - it is so lame. To
me all I saw was a bunch of post-adolescents getting out years of repression in a hedonistic display of drinking, dancing, and sex.

So then what the hell am I complaining about? Could it be that I never felt the type of repression that could be cured through this type of thing and instead used bitter, bitchy sarcasm as my outlet? Probably...but then again, I am way ahead of the curve...on average.