I wish I could take back the last hour of my life

ok everyone... all jokes aside, we all know that I grew up with a 222 number... and never before have I ever been so disappointed than I was this very night.
I finished work early at Luxalune and stuck around for some drinks until the other Nicole finished. There, I was constantly surrounded by the... how would you say... gangsters? of South Osborne. Nice enough guys but I can only pretend to be impressed for so long. It made me think... I guess where I grew up (a lovely place known as T-Cona) isn't so bad after all... and there are other pockets in the city that have equal if not worse wannabe gangsters with pregger girlfriends and/or second cousins.
I was feeling pretty satisfied with my conclusion, and decided to celebrate my revelation with a few late night bevies at the ol' local watering hole at Regent and Plessis. Nicole was down seeing as her friend was celebrating a birthday in that area, all was well... enter disaster.
For shits n giggles... which we love, N. Irving and I decide to sport some solid dance moves and perhaps grind up on some 18 year olds at the night club formerly known as Rum Jungle. I celebrated many an 18th birthday there and was excited to reflect on cheating boyfriends and flirting with the random OBO's to get in VIP.
TO MY DISMAY .... in replacement of tiki huts and horny bartenders, we now have bar stools and tables that resemble those of the Viking (Gimli) and a cover band where the mean age is 59. About a dozen drifters are sprinkled over the beer stained floor with bomber jerseys and their velcro sandals are tapping to the sweet sounds of the "cover band" ... I didn't recognize one song. Nicole and I realized very quickly that one of these things (being we) were not like the other (being them). We quickly beat it after 5 minutes of picture taking and a bathroom run filled with gin soaked memories.
I really cannot go on... but in saying all this, I realize that you must appreciate what you have when you have it because... you never know when its going to be gone... weird analogy for a trashy bar gone array but hey... c'est la vie.