As many of you may already know, a living legend at DU passed this following week.
What many have termed ‘Black Sunday’ marked the end of an era that stretched across generations. It is true, ladies and gentleman, that the celebrated institution informally known by such names as “Club-B” and “B-town” has closed its doors for good.
Although this news should not really be shocking to anyone, it has certainly created a void in many students’ hearts (and livers), as well as my own.
One can only hope that the spirit of The Border will live on through the many patrons that frequented it.
I could spend the entirety of this column lamenting its demise, or cursing the city of Denver for taking from us the only place that literally did a majority of its business with minors, but I don’t believe that is what The Border would want.
The only way I feel I could do justice to a place that has graced the lives of so many is to recount some of their tales.
There is only one man I know that can claim he has spent more time at The Border than any other human being. He claims he forgot his real name decades ago, likely due to excessive alcohol consumption at the bar he loved.
These days he only responds to the title “Creepy-old-mullet-guy-who-is-always-playing-pool-and-inconspicuously-undressing-eighteen-year-old-co-eds-with-his-eyes.”
Despite being lost in a world that rejected him, The Border gave this man an identity and he embraced it proudly.
The older patrons were not the only ones whose lives were changed because of The Border. Many upperclassmen have benefited from its services for years.
If you went to The Border and didn’t come out with a drunken story, you just weren’t trying hard enough. I’m not going to let them take all the limelight, though.
It was never a strange occurrence to see some dude putting back cosmos like it was his day job and say the wrong thing to the wrong guy and end up in the wrong position on the asphalt outside.
I joined my friends in the place that has given us so many memories and has taken even more away for its final last call. I speculate that one day in the future it will re-open its doors, but its former glory will never be restored. Fancy that.
