I realize that this title could be as easily applicable to my presence here, which is partly why I’m making this post. I’ve been particularly busy lately, working into the evenings frequently on employed work and spending a bit of time ripping apart the horribly done back porch to close it into a new a laundry room (ok, well, properly framing in the wall and replacing the screen with the old windows, now that we’ve had all the house windows replaced; moving the plumbing and electrical for the washer & dryer will be a later project). I’ve actually got a post saved as a draft that I’ve been adding a sentence to once in a blue moon when I, mistakenly, think I’m gonna actually have 5 minutes to devote to blogging. That’s not a great way to write I gotta tell you. But all that said, I figured I’d fire off a quick and dirty post about, not my return to blogging, but my return to the bar scene after several years.
First you have to know that in all of southwest Virginia, there is only one gay dance club/bar (there’s at least one other gay bar-bar I know of and several that are not “gay bars” but have sorta been claimed by gay folks as the place “we” hang out). It’s not all that exciting, but it’s the only one so it really doesn’t have to be to draw a crowd. We hadn’t been in years because, while it was somewhat fun, it wasn’t so much fun as to justify the longer than one hour drive each way from where we were living, and coming home reeking of smoke.
Well now we’ve moved within a couple miles of the place, so at the request of a friend, we went ahead and headed there Saturday night. We arrived around midnight, when the place would have usually been packed as we recalled. It was maybe half-full. It did pick up a little bit later, but never to what I remember it being like when I used to go. I’m not sure if that was a good thing or a bad thing. On one hand, a club isn’t a club, without the energy of a packed house. On the other hand, there was more room to move about without bumping into people or worrying about getting burned on a cigarette (which never happened to me, but I remember seeing those glowing tips floating around the dance floor in the past and always being worried about it). Speaking of smoking, if we’d have held off on our visit a couple of weeks, we could have avoided it. Since VA is going smoke-free in Dec (which is something I philosophically oppose as an intrusion on the rights of business owners to decide what goes on on their own property, and would vote against, but I can’t say I’m not distraught over it’s passage), they’re going ahead and making the switch on Nov 20th. Now THAT will be a change that might even get me in there a little more regularly (though still not too often; it’s a “fun every once in awhile” kinda place for me). The music has been switched from 80s Techno to Top 40. I think that’s over all a good thing, but I’m hoping it was a recent change and that’s why the DJ hadn’t yet discovered that it’s more or less impossible to dance to Pink’s “So What?”
I was less than impressed with security. The security guards who used to wield metal detectors now use a substantially less effect “pat each pocket” method for weapon detection. I’m not kidding; I could have had a handgun in my waistband and they’d have never been the wiser. For a place that had an anti-gay shooting there about 9 years ago, you’d think any change to their security policies would have been to make the stricter, not looser. I initially thought the average age of the crowd had seemed to drop some, and it in fact wasn’t until I was actually leaving that it occurred to me that (horror of horrors), it may not have been a younger crowd, just me observing them through older eyes!
Living so close now, and with them going smoke-free, we may just make a trip out there a bit more regularly, but I think we’ll invest in some discreet ear plugs first.
Okay, you KNOW you’re old when you start complaining about how loud the music is!!!
Really. You might as well get Zeke a winter sweater that says “I’m with the geezer.”