A dust-up on the dunes
Jun. 26th, 2022 07:08 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
boccaderlupoI dreamed we were walking my brother out to some seaside bar on the Jersey shore. The beach was wide, and it was early evening, the sun just dropping behind the horizon, cold sand. The bar was a two-story wood-frame structure, and it was lurching due to the presence of so many people. There was a low wooden boardwalk that would lead you out there, but it zigged and zagged across the beach inexplicably, and it was patrolled by various bouncers in white undershirts with walkie talkies. It was some kind of large event connected with a radio station.
There were a bunch of rowdy kids who had decided they were going to storm the bar by force, and this turned into a real donnybrook, punches thrown, people sprawling on the boardwalk, bouncers calling in backup. My kids, with the exuberance of youth, took this as an opportunity to grab their uncle and rush him past the scene and up a narrow stairway and into the back of the bar, which was a black lounge one floor up that looked out onto the sea.
"I have tickets!" my brother cried. "I have tickets!" He did, and they let him through, although they stopped the kids and I, and we were turned back. Dejectedly we headed back out onto the beach, and here a not-unkind bouncer, a short guy, bald, with a greying goatee, held out a hand to direct us past the swarm of bodies that were still thrashing each other for access to the party.
There were a bunch of rowdy kids who had decided they were going to storm the bar by force, and this turned into a real donnybrook, punches thrown, people sprawling on the boardwalk, bouncers calling in backup. My kids, with the exuberance of youth, took this as an opportunity to grab their uncle and rush him past the scene and up a narrow stairway and into the back of the bar, which was a black lounge one floor up that looked out onto the sea.
"I have tickets!" my brother cried. "I have tickets!" He did, and they let him through, although they stopped the kids and I, and we were turned back. Dejectedly we headed back out onto the beach, and here a not-unkind bouncer, a short guy, bald, with a greying goatee, held out a hand to direct us past the swarm of bodies that were still thrashing each other for access to the party.
