This was my first show I saw in a bar, so of course I don’t have a ticket for it. My friend Dan and I had driven down to Vegas to help my parents paint our rental house. We figured it was a free vacation of sorts – we didn’t have anything going on during spring break, so we drove down separately and my parents put us up at the Palace Station so we could help with the project.
Our friends Al and Ruth had moved down to Vegas about a year after they graduated from high school. We got together one night after painting all day and Al, who’s always been one of my music mentors, told us there was a show at some club that night that he wanted to see. We liked the band and thought it was a great idea. Only problem was, Dan and I were both still 20. My birthday is in October and his in November, and because we both looked so young, we could never really get away with anything.
Earlier that day the four of us had gone out to eat at a casino, and afterward, we were watching Ruth plug quarters into a video poker machine. Only Ruth was actually gambling, but a change girl on a power trip came over and carded all of us. When Dan and I remarked that we were only watching, she told us we had to go wait in the arcade.
Even after that embarrassing event, we decided to risk trying to get into the show. We drove over together, and Al and Ruth waited in the car for us. The plan was that if we didn’t get in, we would all go somewhere else instead. Dan and I walked up to the door together, and he went first since he was a month younger. Our theory was that maybe they would just look at the year on our drivers’ licenses, after all, many people born in 1969 were already 21.
Our theory actually worked. Dan went in first and I had a momentary panic attack that the bouncer would reject me. But, he looked at my license and let me in right afterward. Woohoo! We were in. We immediately went to the bar and ordered drinks. It took Al and Ruth probably at least half an hour to come in after us. They thought perhaps we had gotten arrested or something.
The show was pretty bizarre, My Life with the Thrill Kill Kult had a combo goth/piercing/tattooed kind of crowd before that became mainstream. There were people selling piercing gear, jewelry and S&M leather stuff in the booths at the bar. The music was good, and we wouldn’t have cared anyway, since we were so proud of ourselves for just getting in.
Happy birthday to my friend Dan this week - now we're both 35 and can get into any bar we want!
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