Reviving my project in SF of going out as often as possible in the attempt to make friends and have fun.
Tonight I’m at “Exposure” at The Mercury. The music is good so fat, a little more “drum and bass” than us like, but the night is young.
This place has been my haunt since I was 18 growing up in Seattle. Cheap strong drinks, reliably okay music, and… Well, it’s basically one of the only options here in Seattle. Back in the day there was also the Fenix Underground, The Catwalk and The Vogue, and much later the Noc Noc, unfortunately all closed.
The difference between clubs in Seattle and in SF really is that the scene here is small, older, and starting to stagnate as no new blood can trickle in until they’re 21. It’s hard to meet new folks because there’s no ground upon which to approach new people that doesn’t feel intrusive here - you have to go up to someone who may or may not want to interact and introduce yourself.
Part of this is oddly because you can smoke inside at the Mercury. In SF, all I needed to do was go outside with a lighter and wait for someone to ask for a light, then strike up a conversation. Single serving friends, as they said in Fight Club.
But this has been my noisy, smoky, boozy living room away from home for 14 years, and it’s always got a special place in my heart.