No Urban Wear (e.g., G-Unit, Phat Farm etc.)," reads one bullet. "No baggy pants," reads another. "No do-rags or bandanas," stipulates a third. Alongside rules about no tracksuits, jerseys or tank tops, there's an edict that baseball caps be worn forward only.
"Some dress wear, either hip-hop or urban or whatever ... is just not appropriate," says manager James Webb. "It can be intimidating. The last thing you want is anybody being uncomfortable in your place.
It just so happens that The Nag spent much of the 1970's getting wasted at The Brunswick. It was a very "relaxed" place, meaning we could do an inordinate amount of acting out there and no one would bat an eyelash. I was a tough little cookie and I wasn't put off by the vomit in the toilet stalls, the bad music or being groped by drunken strangers. I'll tell you what made me feel uncomfortable: a bellyful of pizza, wings, potato chips with sour cream and onion dip and quarts of cheap beer.
Hey, I used to hang out there in the 70's. I probably saw you there.
ReplyDeleteI would probably have seen 2 of you :-)
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