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monshu as I struggled to get out the door. I'll make it up to him this evening when I take him out for dinner at Masouleh. We're having the usual difficulty planning his official official birthday dinner since it falls smack in the middle of Bear Pride, so he'd rather do something tomorrow. We just need to figure out exactly what.
I'm officially snapped out of my pre-Bear Pride funk, however, thanks to a coworker who asked if me and mine had any plans for the weekend. I said we'd be doing some events, but we hadn't really settled on which and he told a story about walking into a Bear-packed joint during a HiBearNation in STL back during his bartending days. He's about my height, but slimmer and younger, with a longer beard, and he summed up the experience as, "We made bank!" Afterwards, he was always ready to volunteer to work Bear weekend. As he put it, "The energy is really great."
That reminded me why I do this every year: the energy. It isn't always great, but there are moments. Sometimes it's the realisation that you've spent the last several hours buoyed up by the enthusiasm of those around you. Which is one of the reasons why I regret the loss of Buck's so much, because that was the most consistent venue for those moments. Dances, I've found, are hit-or-miss in that regard (once you grow jaded to the spectacle of a hundred big hairy guys jiggling on the floor at once). I'll be giving Furrball a whirl with Diego this year. It's at the Metro, and I can remember some nights there which verged on the sublime and others where I gave up and went home early.
monshu as I struggled to get out the door. I'll make it up to him this evening when I take him out for dinner at Masouleh. We're having the usual difficulty planning his official official birthday dinner since it falls smack in the middle of Bear Pride, so he'd rather do something tomorrow. We just need to figure out exactly what.I'm officially snapped out of my pre-Bear Pride funk, however, thanks to a coworker who asked if me and mine had any plans for the weekend. I said we'd be doing some events, but we hadn't really settled on which and he told a story about walking into a Bear-packed joint during a HiBearNation in STL back during his bartending days. He's about my height, but slimmer and younger, with a longer beard, and he summed up the experience as, "We made bank!" Afterwards, he was always ready to volunteer to work Bear weekend. As he put it, "The energy is really great."
That reminded me why I do this every year: the energy. It isn't always great, but there are moments. Sometimes it's the realisation that you've spent the last several hours buoyed up by the enthusiasm of those around you. Which is one of the reasons why I regret the loss of Buck's so much, because that was the most consistent venue for those moments. Dances, I've found, are hit-or-miss in that regard (once you grow jaded to the spectacle of a hundred big hairy guys jiggling on the floor at once). I'll be giving Furrball a whirl with Diego this year. It's at the Metro, and I can remember some nights there which verged on the sublime and others where I gave up and went home early.
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