gay bars are awesome unless they're the kind which consist of nothing but dudes who look like marines picking up dudes who look like 12 year old koreans and in which the DJ plays atrocious music.
this gay bar is one i've gone to many times and is pretty chill. good mix of staight, gay, bi and tri-sexual.
i talked to a really cool older guy who was trying to pick me up but he was very much not my type. a little too brokeback mountain, ya know. when i fancy boys, i fancy cute indie rock boys who aren't flamboyant.
95% of the time i like girls though. woo for sliding scales of sexuality.
oh but, this sucked. i ordered a J & B on the rocks when i got there (i have no idea why, i hate J & B, i'm pretty sure i was channeling patrick bateman) and it was literally like drinking water. i told the bartender "dude there is seriously no alcohol in this" but he insisted there was. it was the last pour of the bottle and i'm pretty certain they'd been watering their liquor and i was the lucky guy who got all the water at the bottom of the bottle, which is really nasty now that i think about it.
oh yeah but BEFORE the gay bar i saw my friend's band Thee Birds of Paradise who are fucking insanely awesome especially now that they have four guitar players. that's where the picture in the photo thread was taken and where i ran into all my old homies.
oh hay johnny walker, 'sup. come here and give us a hug.
