back to the present

sitting in a hotel bar, where the number of cowboy hats exceed the number of sport coats by a wide margin. this hotel has been consistently referred to as the "most exclusive" in rapid city, though my experiences have led to doubts in this area. they serve grey goose in a plastic cup, and i drink it just the same. the same as it ever was. fuel has released a best of compilation, which serves to both confuse and bother me. there was a night in cleveland, once, when that wasn't the case. i can also name a long list of other times when i felt differently.

best show i've ever been to. sophomore year, trip to winston salem, nc. a club that i can't remember, and a performance i'll never forget. some of the wake forest guys understood, but most did not. the same as it ever was. i'm wondering why i rented a tahoe for the week, and also continuing to think about that album. disgust tends to breed nostalgia, and i can't help but feel both considering the circumstances. this place, that album, my fantastic memories. it all adds up to something.