Weeks ago I threated to stay out until 2:00 a.m. on a Tuesday night in Salem.
With the help of one Ryan Rogers, who introduced us to the Space (and the awesome Chance Wiesman), we did just that, flitting like demonic butterflies from one downtown venue to the next, always just barely making it out the door as they closed behind us.
The story of this much-recommended litmus test of Salem nightlife can be foud in the latest issue of Salem Monthly, which hit stands today. And if your SM stand hasn’t been replenished yet, let the publisher of the monthly know. In case you haven’t heard, it’s a small operation, and A.P. generally hand delivers the product.
Now, considering that I do my best writing in the morning, I can’t say these almost all-nighters are a gig that I can keep up indefinitely. I don’t generally advise cramming all of your fun into seven hours in the middle of the week.
But oh, what a night.
If you have any ideas on where the fun goes when everybody else goes to bed, please share them here. From my conversations with people these last two months, the interest is there, and the night owls do go somewhere (hey, owls are territorial, maybe that accounts for the secrecy…)
