VILLAGE MAN

I grew up in this lovely Greek province somewhere near a tall mountain! So since my coming of age, I used to go out regularly in the same three or four -let’s call them- cafes and clubs which were available in the strict region…
My most recent experience which reminded me the whole “ceremonious ritual” was last night when I was in my home little town and I thought why not to call a couple of friends and go out and see what’s going on…you know generally… who is with who, who got fat, who got short, things like that…
If you have never found yourself in a provincial nightclub let me transfer you there cause it’s really worth knowing what’s going on in such a place…
First of all, you get into the place and you get stuck in the entrance not because it’s so overcrowded but because you have already seen and in a way have to deal with familiar faces who either by their will or by an informal unspoken provincial law which makes them feel almost obliged to, say hello and ask you about your whereabouts between “nice to see you” eye look expressions… fiou, you see how long it takes to get inside?
The second impression is that although you see the same old faces with the same old clothes and the same old breathtaking haircuts you still have a deep surprise in your eyes, thinking probably two things: “everybody is here again” and “I’m back in the 90’s”…
When you decide to order a drink, feeling thirsty and exhausted by the procedures you see that the barman has already served you “the regular” having no questions whether or not you wanted something irregular for a change…
While you drink you don’t dare to throw sideway flirty looks around, letting in this way interesting never seen before people know that you’re in demand of…you know what… simply because there are no any interesting never seen before people anywhere around you…
Meanwhile, the ritual says that if known from the past silhouettes stop for a small talk as they pass you by, it’s preferred and suggested for the purpose a verbal revival of a common old-time experience…
Music. Music is indescribable! Always the same! Always anachronistic with some moments of pure brilliancy just to get you out the “I’m becoming suicidal; I’m feeling it- state”
Finally, when you decide to go, you waste fifteen more minutes on “I see you tomorrow” with everybody and in the end you miss your footing in the doorway just because all that distasteful way of seeing the provincial clubs as a way of chosen entertainment brought you such bad karma…
More or less that’s what happening… Everybody knows everybody there and the way the night is going to evolve is the most times predestinated… Some people have fun this way and some people have sometimes fun in this way … Like the times when there’s a slight difference, like for example when your friend who you hadn’t met for a month because you both live in different cities says a hilarious joke or the times you pass successfully the god damn doorway and so on…