The music, people and stupid moments that make up the nightlife
Earlier this evening, after resigning myself to a night of staying in, I received a call from my friend Demi wondering if I wanted to go to Incahoots with her. For those not in the
Inland Empire, Incahoots is a bar in Riverside that on Tuesday nights plays a mix of 80s pop, punk, indie, electro, and modern dance-rock. The night has been going on for about two years, but due to one mislaid plan or another I never made it out until last week. Having had fun last time, I told Demi that I would not only go, but that I would drive. We got there around 11 and got in immediately due to our cutting in line, then proceeded to order the first round of amaretto sours, which to our delight were only $1 each. The club's sound system is pretty good, but only when you're on the dancefloor. DJ troupe Mantastique don't mix, but for some reason still feel the need to pitch certain songs way up. The songs they played were either great or horrible, with very little in between. I'm sorry, but "Get the Balance Right" has a nice beat, when it has a beat. (Okay, so that wasn't played this time, but still refects on them as djs.) Regardless of that, it is one of the few places in the IE where one can go dance to something that isn't hiphop, salsa, or deep house. As a result, I ended up running into many people I knew, some from high school, some from college, a former coworker, and some I've just seen around. This also marked my first face-to-face encounter with the PDP's own Balthazar Monsoon.
Being Riverside, about 10% of the club consisted of
bros, which is actually a pretty good ratio out here. Bros and
bro-hoes tend to go solely for the cheap drinks, so they aren't too much of a bother outside of the bar. Tonight, a couple of them got into a fistfight which meant there were two less lifted trucks in the parking lot.
Aside from my nitpicking, however, the place is decent enough. It's the only night like this around, and it feels good knowing that once you've left the club, gone to eat, dropped off your friends, and made it home, the sun still hasn't come up like it does when going out in LA. I still plan to leave the IE for a place with more... entertainment options (cheap euphemism for scene reasons), but in the meantime, this place works. Thank you Demi and Shiva, for deciding to call me tonight.
I almost forgot: got a flyer on the way out and saw that PDP-approved
Winston and the Telescreen are playing there on the 30th.