A Herd of Merry Revelers

A friend and I spent the evening last Saturday at a local bar.  As I was waiting (my friend was delayed a bit), I did a lot of people watching, and got really excited about the things I observed.  Yes, I know I’m a nerd.  Deal.  There’s a big difference between being in a big, crowded bar and being diverted by friends, and being there alone and observing everyone else.  Plus, I’m a writer.  This is useful primary research.

Anyway, the list of observations:

  1. There were several large, dense and impenetrable groups of friends.  Not even T-Bone could have opened up some of those sets.
  2. Many small groups (two or three people) proliferated — and they tended to cluster around the venue’s periphery.
  3. The sexuality tended toward the extremes — either being downplayed, or being flaunted with reckless abandon.  Not too much “I’m sexy, but not a whore” mannerisms or apparel.
  4. A lot of the loners either stood like statues, often with a drink, or with a face perpetually buried in a cell phone.  There were many loners.  It was sad.
  5. There didn’t appear to be too much mingling among groups.  Several of the groups were porous with other groups, but in general it seemed that mixing was kept to a minimum.
  6. There were a lot of young people present, and their inhibitions were lower and their desire for alcohol was higher.  Surprise, surprise.
  7. Public displays of affection were surprisingly restrained and tasteful, despite the large number of males who eventually decided that shirts were optional.
  8. This particular venue has five distinct areas:  (a) an upstairs bar with a seating area and an active karaoke station, and on the lower level, (b) a dance floor, (c) the bar and standing area associated with the dance floor, (d) a large seating area by a third bar, and (e) a set of pool tables near the bathrooms.  Each area seemed to have a “feel” that was different from the rest.  The karaoke area was relaxed and a bit older and quieter.  The dance floor was the most sexually charged.  The lower-level seating area was where most of the groups congregated.

Nothing earth-shattering, to be sure.  But still, an interesting study in group dynamics.  Sometimes, you can be somewhere and not really appreciate its human ebbs and flows until you step aside and simply watch.

Damn the Torpedoes

So.  It’s been a week of colossal disappointment. First, we had a family party last weekend.  Nobody said a word about anything, but I’ve never felt more like a stranger than in spending what felt like a very awkward hour with my relatives.  Why?  Perhaps word of my my romantic proclivities has spread; I know […]

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“Weeping, Sad and Lonely”

I’m in a mood. First, some context. It’s been an odd week.  After having started with a great weekend, just about everything and everyone fell through on me over the last five days.  Tuesday was especially hard; I tried contacting several friends, and got nothing but empty silence in return, except from Andrew — with […]

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"Weeping, Sad and Lonely"

I’m in a mood. First, some context. It’s been an odd week.  After having started with a great weekend, just about everything and everyone fell through on me over the last five days.  Tuesday was especially hard; I tried contacting several friends, and got nothing but empty silence in return, except from Andrew — with […]

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Cornucopia of Opinions

A few mini-thoughts, conveniently assembled into a single post for your reading pleasure: I’m about one-third complete with A Patriot’s History of the United States.  It’s not bad insofar as it hits the major themes of American history, but the book is vexing in that it seems written not as a one-volume primer on U.S. […]

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Seventy-Two Hours

Once upon a time, the life of Jason was a solitary affair; I spent most of my non-working time at the dojo, or running, or writing from a coffee shop, or building my business — all of which are worthy activities, to be sure, but ones that involve only peripheral engagement with others. Lately, my […]

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White Boy Got No Rhythm

Much to my astonishment, Dave mentioned that he’s something of a music elitist who can categorize people based solely on their choice of songs.  This prompted me to think a bit about the role of music in my life, and why the list of MP3s on my hard drive looks the way it does. First, […]

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Transformations

It’s been a fascinating few weeks.  The most significant development is a radical restructuring of my social life, in terms of my circle of friends and the scope and nature of my interpersonal relationships.  An update follows. The Southfield Box Party, scheduled for the last weekend of June, went well.  There were a number of […]

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Tired of Tires

So, I stopped at Arby’s last night for a delicious turkey reuben, and paused a bit in the parking lot to read another chapter A Patriot’s History of the United States.  Around 11 p.m., I pulled away, only to find that my rear left tire had gone completely flat. No problem, right?  So I thought. […]

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The Architect

I took a little online personality quiz this morning.  Herewith the results: The Architect (INTP) You scored 27% I to E, 26% N to S, 62% F to T, and 58% J to P! You are more introverted than extroverted. You are more intuitive than observant, you are more thinking based than feeling based, and […]

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