Just to be clear: I certainly wasn’t dissing Honchie and the Gobos by walking past Club Dada last night. I hadn’t planned on going, but ended up having dinner with a friend at Deep Sushi. Walking past the club, I heard the band, realized who it was, and peered inside to see if I recognized anyone. I didn’t, but even if I did, I’d have kept moving on — I’m not quite ready to explain the whole blogging concept to a coworker yet. (Ah, blogshame.)
Anyway, I’m off to hang out with a bunch of septuagenarians singing Boola Boola. In other words, a typical Friday night for me.
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blogshame? You mean you’re ashamed of your blog friends?? 🙁
no! of course not! i’m just still adjusting to this whole living in public thing. my job requires me to keep my personal opinions out of the public’s view, and so i’m trying to keep my coworkers from finding out about my blog. (i really don’t want to get fired.) so i didn’t want to have to explain it all to a fellow reporter when we walked past club dada.