The '59 Sound

(From left to right, band member, Art McGregor, band member, the Truth)

"I still love Tom Petty songs and driving old men crazy."

Even when I'm blogging well, throwing down 1,000-word (at least) recaps about the weekend past, there's always one or two sentences that describes the previous three or four nights. I'm all about "moments." I love when one single act or suggestion changes the entire complexion of an evening. Or better yet, a weekend.

This is crazy because I've on numerous instances asked a friend "what did we do on Thursday night" less than 48 hours later. I'm not someone who goes out and does crazy shit like tell 43 people to fuck off and then not remember it the next morning, I just lose track of nights because so many of them are similar.

We had The Mayor Party on Friday evening. I love the changing dynamic of those parties. People we don't see anymore. People we still see all the time. The hot Abercrombie girls who attended Yale. What do I say after that? You went to Yale? My first reaction is to say, "Well, Blair Waldorf wanted to go there." It's all over after that, then again, it's usually over before it begins with me. We've all seen this movie. This scene.

What do I follow with? "Well, you know ... Waldorf only has one F."

We had a gentleman come over to the shindig and try to break it up reminding us that adults don't act like that. With the average age at the party about 34, McGinley did the right thing. He told the guy to fuck off. I've heard from a former Ohio State law student that said gentleman ALLEGEDLY once got suspended from teaching at OSU after the professor ALLEGEDLY said, "You all look alike" to two African-American girls in his class.

Adults don't act like this? What? Huh? I guess not. Most don't. But why not? That's the whole reason for starting these blogs a few years back. I've always maintained it's the stories of 20-30somethings doing everything in their power to live life to its fullest with no regrets on missed opportunities. College.

Anyway, my favorite moment of the weekend came when the Truth ordered two Jager Bombs late Saturday night. McGinley and the Truth met me at Bar Louie at 10 p.m. I had a dinner thing right after work at 7:30 p.m. and then met those guys out. I think neither of them wanted to still be out after like nine hours of drinking but neither wanted the night to end. We had a blast standing on the patio as 100s of hot girls walked past us wearing their best outfits. The first Saturday night of great weather is the best night in Columbus. Can't beat it.

the Truth and I started talking to two teachers from like Grove City (they were not GROVE CITY chicks but rather chicks from Westerville/wherever who now taught in Grove City). They were not into us at all but genuinely enjoyed our conversation. We talked for about 25 minutes and they left. I don't remember their names. McGinley left during this time. We went to the bar and I ordered four more Miller Lites. About an hour later, I ordered four more. the Truth bought four Jager Bombs.

During the course of the night I took the name Kelly and Truth called himself Octavio shortened to "Auto." We told girls we were in the band The Gaslight Anthem. They believed us and asked us about our tour. the Truth shocked me and started referring to the band as "GLA" something I've never heard. The girls still were not interested in us.

We noticed a couple hot ass blonds on the other side of the bar who looked like the saddest girls in the world. Girls kept talking to us. the Truth, who about 30 minutes previous said he wanted to head home, ordered some Jager Bombs letting us know it was time to stay out until 3 a.m.

We did.

- From the desk of Art McGregor