It had been years since I meandered down the beach for a little "beach club nite-life" action, but I wanted to boogie down after a long day of reading and drinking on the beach. Â My girlfriends and I stumbled down, handed over our free passes* and wandered outside to the patio.
The more things change, the more they stay the same. Â There are 2 groups of people that come here--the Youngsters who spend their weekends on the beach and are looking for hook up action AND the Oldsters (40-50s type) who generally own houses at the beach and are looking for hook-up action. Â I used to be in the Youngsters group, and I haven't moved up into the Oldersters group. Â The Oldsters are mostly men, sometimes married, mostly with mustaches. Â I think you know exactly the type of Buffalonian I am describing.
But you go to the beach club for some dancing, right? Â Oh fuck, this was the worst possible cover band in the world. Â The beats were way off. Â
After some Oldsters next to us got kicked out for fighting, we finished our shots (and took the flashing glassses), drank on our own damn patio & listened to our own damn ipod.
*No way would I have paid to get into this place, especially with the super-suck-ass music.