Little story for you: On New Year’s Eve 2013, life still held promise, and we naively made our way out to the Eagles Lodge to celebrate our “futures.” My sweet lord, was that a night. The drinks were generous. The man chastising us for dancing with those drinks was resolute. The soul music was obscure, hot, and somehow tinged with an in utero familiarity. It was a memorable enough evening that I hired the DJ, Cooky Parker, to play my wedding, which was also the best. What I’m saying: This is how you want to say goodbye to whatever the hell this was (and maybe, if speculation is true, to the Eagles Lodge as well). DIRK VANDERHART