With nothing left to say but goodbye, we party
July 11, 2009: What was there left to say? In just a few hours all of this would be gone. We drank and drank and drank some more. We drank until the taps were tapped out and the coolers were empty. We drank until the shelves were almost bare. But no amount of drink could change the inevitable.
We did our best to forget the future, hold on to the present and revel in the past. We danced on the furniture and the beer soaked floor to the sounds of DJ Mike C, toasting to the memory of this place and these people.
The sweat from my brow burned into my eyes, masking my tears. More beer, more shots. I don’t want to feel right now. Let’s dance and laugh some more.
It went on like this until they called the final last call. Then, as the clock struck 3:00 and the lights came on for the last time, my head was swimming.
With nothing left to say but goodbye to this important center of Hoboken music, we’re left with memories. Memories that will remain vibrant, always.
But for now …
That’ll Do Goldhawk, That’ll Do…
