Running through the scene
I ran past one of Detroit's trendy club's last night trying a avoid the battalion of limos, stretched Hummers, and base-thumping Cadillac Escalades that were dropping off finely dressed scensters and presumably the celebrities they hoped to be seen with. In a line that was easily 75 people deep I noticed more fur being warn than a Star Wars Woookie convention. I'm not even sure such a thing exists, but I am sure that Chewbaka would have a difficult time getting an invite to this gig without a $400 salon visit, Italian designed suit, and jewelry that could be seen from a galaxy far, far, away. Which is exactly where I wanted to be when one of the beautiful people shouted at me "Run, Forrest Run!"
This was a common scene around the 6 mile loop I ran around downtown. Bars that just last week were promoting $2 wells for all card carrying union members, had barrel chested behemoths out front with velvet ropes checking to make sure your shoes were made of top quality lambskin. Part of me is excited about the drastic change of scenery, while another part is kind of annoyed that I felt like an outsider. Either way, I'll keep running like Forrest. The Super Bowl is coming, and I'm just going to have to take it all in. Maybe Asics makes a mink running suit?
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