Monday, May 04, 2009

Columbia in 2009: Lame As It Ever Was

When I found out about the '2nd Annual Greater Columbia Record Fair' (longest fucking name EVER), I was really excited.  I marked it on my calendar, invited a friend, and saved the address in the GPS.  Seriously.  But after yesterday, I really kind of wish I had forgotten to mark it on the calendar.  Or that I had followed my gut instinct, which was this:
Columbia blows.  I have been to only one place in my entire life that blows more than Columbia.  It is a poor excuse for a state capitol and can pretty much rest in hell as far as I'm concerned.  

When preparing for said Record Fair, this thought did pop into my mind a few times, but I had convinced myself that it would be worth getting out of Charleston for a bit and that, although Columbia does indeed blow, the Fair itself would probably not.  Assuming this was also kind of a mistake, I guess.

So as the big day approached, I made plans with my traveling buddy, and then last minute she decided she was unable to come.  I wasn't at all upset with her - it was a legitimate reason.  But it kind of would have made the day suck less.  I decided to push on and go anyway.

Sunday morning I was up and on the road by 10:30 as planned and was having a good time in the car listening to music and such.  Until I reached Columbia.  Things immediately went downhill.  From the fuck-me-in-the-face awful traffic, to the GPS system trying to tell me to go the wrong way down one-way streets, and the stupid anxiety issues I have recently developed in cities, it was just ridiculous.  It took me a good 45 minutes to travel the 4 miles to my final destination.  And once I got there, I could not find parking.  Anywhere.  I failed to notice that the location of this event was in the middle of USC's campus.  Ridiculous.  Anyway, it was a small hurdle and eventually parking was found.  And after trekking to the place, I was a little surprised to find that it was a bar.  Little, tiny bar.  But I still gave it a chance.  And was even more disappointed by the lack of things that captured my interest.

I don't know...I guess when somebody uses the word "Fair" - with a capital F, ok - I assume the situation to be kind of large and varied and maybe even a little fun.  And maybe I'm just too old in the mental department to enjoy standing in a little bar with a bunch of kids who are way cooler than I am because they are art students.  I don't know what it is.  But anyway I had a ridiculously unfun time and found myself leaving soon after I got there.  Let down?  Yes.  But I learned my lesson.

Anyway, the moral of the story is that you shouldn't give boring cities a chance to be unboring, because they will only let you down, possibly kick you in the ribs, and most likely steal your wallet.

And before I get told I shouldn't be bitching, I will...
a) ...remind you that I do what I want.
b) ...kindly tell you that today made up for yesterday's tremendous suckiness.  But, that I will save for tomorrow.

1 comment:

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