One of my oldest and closest friends and I went out tonight to hit up four bars we'd never gone to before. We were trying to explore new places and try them out to see if we'd like to go back. The first place we went to completely kicked ass, from the fact that the drinks were cheap and the clientele was mostly very nice to the tabletop arcade video games they had set up all over the place and the jukebox that had such gems as Fugazi, X, Luscious Jackson and The Pixies. I think I may have found a new favorite hang. The night, however, also reinforced for both my friend and I that I am who I am, and not even the surroundings can change it. I offer for evidence this conversation, which took place at the third bar we hit: Me: I need to hit the men's room. Friend: Okay. Me: I'll be right back. In the meantime, please enjoy the soothing sounds of A Tribe Called Quest. [Note: "Can I Kick It" was playing pretty loudly.] Friend: Oh my God, you are such a DJ. Go already.