Have A Nice Day Cafe' began as an edgy kind of 70's club back in 1995. From its inception until the cultural phenomonem in its present state, the cafe' has always been on one side pretentious, and on the other honest.

It's gone through its host of DJ's. DJ Flick was not the first, but probably lasted the longest. Shortly therafter came Swerve, DJ. Ray, the Surfer Guy, Jason, and finally now John

The music too has gone through an evolution which has allowed the cafe' to survive over the past five plus years of its existence. Originally it was a straight seventies club with an almost rigid adherence to its format. But over the years it has included eighties andnineties influences as well, until now in some ways it becomes indistinguishable from other clubs in terms of its music.

But, there is one thing that remains the same.

The Cafe' off Hugh Howell, now a Beer Mug, wasthe first of the Cafe's that now have a national status. Walls depicted 70's scenes and paintings. But there are a couple ofthings one can remember about the frist place. First was the heat, the second thing was the smoke, the third was the bathrooms.

The cafe' almost fit into the catagory of "dive" but perhaps what made the success of this cafe was its people.

n July of 1997 the life of Jim Gleeson came to a kind of turning point.

First of all, I was out of steady work. My last job ended badly, possibly because I was in thje company of fools. Morethan likely it was the result of being in the collections position. Calling people up and asking them why they have not paid their bills is not as fun as it sounds.

Two. I was out of shape, and just getting back in shape in early June.

Three. I wanted to go and do something that I enjoyerd, and I found out that one of the things I enjoyed doing was dancing. so I started dancing. The first place IK went to was on collier road and it was called Have A Nice Day Cafe. I heard about the place through a friend. and so, I began to dance there, almost every night it was open. Actually it was Wednesdays Fridays and Saturdays. I wsould go, have a beer, and then dance until around twelve or one and then leave. But as time went on, I stayed longer and longer.

The Cafe moved from Collier the Fall of the following year, October of 1998. and that was a sad time for all the rest of us who had been regulars there. Still many of the regualrs pass though the new Cafe' and although it is in Buckhead now, there is still sometihg about it that defies catagorization. Perhaps it is the music, perhaps it is that the epople are nice themselve,s and unpretentious, despite our interesting attire.

I've wanted to give you all a snapshot fo what you can expect upon coming to the Cafe', but each time its different. you can expect to see me dancing. I am known sometimes as the nine