By Molly Hennessy-Fiske
I‘s well after 1 a.m. at Walkman, a new 1980s-themed bar off busy Hamra Street, and the liquor is still flowing, dance floor lights still flashing, girls in tight jeans and leopard-print tops still jumping to the remixed chorus of a far more contemporary song by the Swedish DJ Avicii, "Wake me up when it’s all over."
"We want to escape from society and politics," said Mike Kaspian, 22, who works at a fabric store and was practically pulsing with energy. "So we are having fun!"
Kaspian sports a shaved head, wide grin and blue V-neck T-shirt that exposes the tribal tattoo ringing his right bicep. Tonight, he and his friends were not worrying about the ongoing unrest in neighboring Iraq and Syria, embattled Lebanese cities to the north or the spate of car bombs in town last year.
They had been doing shots of ouzo. And tequila. Maybe later they would peruse the drinks menu displayed in 1980s VHS cases — "Police Academy II," "Rambo III," "Pumping Iron" — and try some of the house specials: the Dirty Harry, Chuck Norris and Ghostbusters.