To survive this recession, oops I mean sluggish economy, and operating under the theory that if you throw enough shit at the wall eventually some of it will stick, we have started a nightclub. Our first group were "emo" kids. Don't know what that is? Neither did I. Stands for emotional. You know, my life sucks, yeah yeah sort of music. The kids have a distinctive look. Like they just stepped out of an anime cartoon. And you can never be too thin. One of their songs actually has the lyrics, "You're too fat to wear skinny jeans".
We tried a goth group another night with a dj who called herself liquid sex. They had great t-shirts. One said, "You're just jealous because the voices talk only to me". Another guest with multiple facial piercings had a shirt that said, "Keep staring. I might do a trick".
At 8 p.m. we're serving a tender veal chop with an aged Brunello and by 10 p.m. the speakers are blasting so loud glasses are vibrating off the shelves.
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It's freaking magic, this club. And don't forget about the emo kids that they spend the whole night texting one another from across the room.
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