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I suppose I ought to put a real entry in here somewhere. It's odd, because I'm not really in the mood to write and I should be more than happy to rant at how rotten my time at Jillian's was last night. The weird thing was, it wasn't horrible the whole night, the feeling just came down on my like a ton of bricks around 22:00. I mean, sure, my first song wasn't very good (bad enough that I can't seem to remember what it was), my second ("I Alone," by Live) was ok, and my third (U2, "One") was actually fairly decent, considering I haven't listened to it in years and some drunken jagoff was calling out while I was singing in a way that was really distracting. I was tempted to make a fairly vocal threat of physical violence, but couldn't get up the desire to give enough of a shit to ruin everyone else's evening over it. Not that I helped anyone's evening by stating how much fun I suddenly wasn't having, which was pretty inconsiderate of me. Of course, usually when I do try to keep that shit to myself, someone picks up on it and asks why I'm quiet, distant or what's wrong. It's at these points where if I say what's wrong, I feel like I'm dumping my feelings on them and if I say it's nothing, I'm cutting myself off being a jerk.
I don't know exactly what it was about Jillian's last night. The fact that when we walked in, the place was packed with people just *standing* around was really annoying. They weren't there for karaoke, the video games, or even whatever sports game was playing on the television and it looked like there were plenty of places to sit if they wanted to, so why were they hanging out in the middle of a fucking arcade? And why were they nearly all 35 through 65? I mean, sue me if I sound like an ageist, but they were completely out of place and the fact that they were just *standing* there bugged the shit out of me. There are other places to drink on CityWalk, even if you're too much of a fucking square to get into the Hard Rock. Go to Howl at the Moon, for fuck's sake; they need the business.
Anyway, the people that weren't standing there were annoying as well. Most of the regular singers were fine and I don't mind listening to them (though Brie, while very talented, is starting to bore the shit out of me with her selections), they rest of the people just suck. They're a hideous audience and they're unwilling to even fake enthusiasm. Add that to the overall brightness of the place (I prefer a dim singing environment so I can hide) and the fact that 4 hours and Jillians last FIFTY THOUSAND times longer than 4 hours at LK and I think I'm definitely not going back to Jillian's if I can help it. I've never really had fun there, not like the Kitty. In the future, I'm either going to do something else or just stay home and watch Buffy. Erik suggested possibly hitting the place early and cutting out around 22:00 and I might be down for that, but I don't know. I think I'd rather just show for special engagements, like new/rare people...