Went to the Beauty Bar in the East Village the other night and felt old. Really old. I hadn't been there for years, and really, I should have known to stay out when I saw the big bouncer checking for IDs. The EV is totally overrun by NYU kids, and Beauty Bar is no different.
Some guy who had one of those hair patches under his chin, no older than 22, started talking to us by asking us what we were talking about. I told him we were talking about douchebags- no joke, me and Ryo just happened to be having a conversation about douchebags at that very moment. I didn't want to lie about it.
It made me feel old, my cynicism and apparent unwillingness to chat with this guy- but I just don't have the patience for it anymore. The group next to us all had tattoos up to their wrists and wore white T-shirts under plaid button-up shirts. All buttons unbuttoned.
That made me feel old too.
My bff Sara used to live on 7th between A and B. We used to hang out in the EV and go out dancing all the time, Beauty Bar included, until she moved to LA 3 years ago. I stopped going there so much after she left, and in these years whenever I go back, I feel out of place and overwhelmed by nostalgia of what it used to be.
Whenever I complain to Sara about it though, she wisely says, "It's not the EV, Kayoko; it's you."
This post was inspired by Sara's recent Facebook status update, stating that she felt old at the Beauty Bar in LA.
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haha, great post! I think i have to take back what I said about the EV though, because the last few NY trips I've taken I've felt old there too. Everyone that lives there is how old I was when I first lived there. But those definitely were the good old days. New York was our oyster and we had a lot of good oyster filled dinners too. But Cali's where it's at!
ReplyDeleteomg remember going to Tribe? we were so young.
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