The “Breaking News” of last night was a story about a fire at Club DV8 in Salt Lake City. Watching the flames and smoke come out of a building that was such a part of my youthful past was devastating to me. No more Flashback Fridays where ladies get in for $1 before 10 pm. No more dancing on the stage to the alternative sounds of the 90’s. No more navigating the narrow, half-broken stairway to find the tiny, slightly scary bathroom. No more leaning over the bar, desperately trying to get the bartender to give me my dang Diet Coke already!
I know it’s silly of me to be upset about such a thing. Was I ever really going to go back there? Probably not. In fact, it appears that the club has been shut down for a year or so, so I definitely couldn’t go back. Still…I just had so many good memories there that I can’t help but feel a little distraught. Going out on Friday night used to be such a given, back in my single days. I even remember something Tom said to me when we worked together at Marketing Ally:
T: That’s quite the outfit.
B: Thanks. I think…
T: You just seem to dress like you are always on your way to a club.
B: That’s because I am.
Rest in Peace DV8. You gave me much joy.