Mega 80s night: Not so Mega, not so 80s, but still pretty costly

When we were out with friends on a recent Saturday night, we hooked up (in a 60s sort of way) with another younger couple, Jeff and Kathy. Illy and I were out with friends at a “Mega 80s” night at a local watering hole (yet another 60s term) in lieu of going to see a movie, which we often do.
At one point, the three women and John, the other guy in our group, headed for the dance floor where more people were standing around talking and drinking than dancing. I commented to Jeff that “when I was in my 20s, I would have no problem heading out there with the others and leaving our coats and drinks right here.”
That’s the difference between 20s and 60s, apparently. Or maybe it’s the fact that with society changing in oh-so-many ways, I’ve become a lot more skeptical. But then, my wife left her purse on the table, too, and who’s to say someone would not seize on that opportuntity for a snatch-and-grab.
That being said, there were other aspects of our evening that I approached with a different attitude at age 63 than I would not have had at age, say, 23.
First and foremost was the cost of the evening. Doors for this “Mega 80s” night did not open until 8 p.m. The four of us arrived a bit after seven, so we had an hour to kill on an evening where the temps did no go above 20 degrees F and there was a bit of a chilly breeze emanating from the north/northwest. Not wanting to stand out in the cold, we found a coffee shop kitty-corner from the club, so we sat there for about 45 minutes. Cost for one “house” hot chocolate with caramel an sea salt: $5.10.
Eight o’clock came and went so we crossed the street for our night of adventure. First thing when we got in the door, tickets were $10 each. We wandered around for a bit while a D.J. on the stage was playing a whole string of 80s songs, but remixed with a heavy bass and drum undercurrent, making the songs sound more like early 2000s rather than 1980s.
Of course, we stopped at the bar and I bought a mixed drink for Illy and a draft for me at a cost of $12.50. Didn’t need to tip the guy, but I did: $3 more.
At one point during the D.J. time on stage I texted one of my sons that we were listening to the Vanilla Ice pirated version of the Queen/David Bowie collaboration of “Under Pressure” where a single bass note was added and they changed the title to “Ice, Ice Baby.” I laughed. Geoff texted back, “Sweet.”
And the music played on. And I ordered another draft: $5.50, the beginning a tab to be run up.
And the music continued, sounding less and less like the 80s each time a different artist played. But the bass line and the 4/4 drum beat continued.
Then I got another beer, ending my tab at a second $5.50.
Then the D.J. closed out his very long set and we were treated to four videos: “Love Shack” by the B52s, “Jump” by VanHalen, “Hurts So Good” by John Cougar Melenkamp, John Cougar and John Melenkamp, and “You Shook Me All Night Long” by AC/DC.
Then the live band came out. I’m not sure what the name of that group was, but a short intro on the screen mentioned something about Tangerine Productions and the words “Good Shit” kept appearing, disappearing and re-appearing on the screen.
Then they played. Four songs. None of them familiar. Then Ruth said she was getting a migraine, so we left.
Had I been 23, I probably would have called it a good night. I was at a club with a lot of people, I had a couple of drinks and I hears a lot of music. But I’m not. I’m 63 and life events take on a whole different perspective.
As you might surmise, I would not call this an outstanding evening. The D.J. played way too long and the music was often difficult to figure out. The videos were good, especially the B52’s, but I’m not a big Mellencamp fan. And the band? Um, no.
Plus we had to walk about a half-mile back to our car. And it was still cold outside.
All told, we spent about four hours together with our friends, which was nice. But I spent $46.50 for four drinks and one $3 coat check and my wife and I agreed the highlight of the night was watching the young people try to dress like we did when we were in our 30s. And we lost count of how many Madonnas were walking around.
I think we should have gone to see a movie instead.