Pub Crawl
Elizabeth and I went out Saturday night. Downtown. The Entertainment District. Its actually pretty fun if you aren't scared off by the Saturday Night Stabbings and Friday Night Shoot-outs.
The evening started out at my all time favorite martini bar. Shekago's. If you're ever in the Springfield, MA area.... go here. It's on the corner of something with an "H" and this other street that takes you to Route 91. My God, it's happened. I've caught Sheril-itis. That woman couldn't give directions to save her life!!
Anyhow, after a mojito and an appletini each, we were primed up. We were primed up before we left my house, but whatever.
Van parked - check.
Keys - check
Phone - Check
Cash - Check
We went down an alley to get to the "real" downtown area. We went down an alley. In Springfield. Why? Because we're fearless and awesome chicks? Nah. Just lazy.
At the end of the alley stood 3 police officers. I don't usually like police officers, but in downtown at the end of an alley... I love cops.
We proceeded to go to Salty Dog Pub. The Dog has a bull riding thingy, a DJ that I dated in high school*, very hot bartenders and a mixed crowd. People in there in their 20s, 30s, 40s, whatever. College kids, moms, dads, bikers and business men. Great damn bar, but loud. We left.
There are Guides now in downtown to help people find the right bar. They know them all and I would say there were about 40 bars now. Some have live entertainment, some of that entertainment is naked people and some is musical people. There are bars with a jukebox, bars with annoying lighting and then there is the Hippodrome. This place only allows women size 0, preferably in tiny little pieces of cloth and very high heels.
We did not go to the Hippodrome. We went to the shabbiest, nastiest gay bar in the whole dang city. The Pub. No one goes to the pub. Which is why we went there. Oh, and E recently came out so she really likes going to gay bars. I like going to gay bars because I can't stand little girls drinking thier first beers and acting stupid. And I love my gays. So, fine. We walk in and the place is filled with Old Queens, two trannies and us.
Bartender stops. Looks at us and says, "What the hell are you doing here? Ladies, the fun is across the street. This place is a dying room for old queens."
We laugh. We know, we say, but we're looking for quiet.
"Well sweeties, what'll it be?"
And from that moment on we fell in love with Josh. Josh was adorable. He gave us free drinks all night and we became fast friends. As only gay men can do. Emails were exchanged.
We stumbled out of the Pub after last call. Ran into the same cops from the alley. Got the number for the cab company.
Home safely with:
Keys - Check
Everything else was spent, left behind or lost. Got the phone back the next day - I had left it in the cab.
*DJ: When I dated this DJ back in the 80's he was a total dork. Sweet and smart but very thin and just, well, dorky. This guy is HOT now! Holy crap! Muscles and a dimple. Kind of a dork still, but you can't tell by looking. Dayum! People change.
The evening started out at my all time favorite martini bar. Shekago's. If you're ever in the Springfield, MA area.... go here. It's on the corner of something with an "H" and this other street that takes you to Route 91. My God, it's happened. I've caught Sheril-itis. That woman couldn't give directions to save her life!!
Anyhow, after a mojito and an appletini each, we were primed up. We were primed up before we left my house, but whatever.
Van parked - check.
Keys - check
Phone - Check
Cash - Check
We went down an alley to get to the "real" downtown area. We went down an alley. In Springfield. Why? Because we're fearless and awesome chicks? Nah. Just lazy.
At the end of the alley stood 3 police officers. I don't usually like police officers, but in downtown at the end of an alley... I love cops.
We proceeded to go to Salty Dog Pub. The Dog has a bull riding thingy, a DJ that I dated in high school*, very hot bartenders and a mixed crowd. People in there in their 20s, 30s, 40s, whatever. College kids, moms, dads, bikers and business men. Great damn bar, but loud. We left.
There are Guides now in downtown to help people find the right bar. They know them all and I would say there were about 40 bars now. Some have live entertainment, some of that entertainment is naked people and some is musical people. There are bars with a jukebox, bars with annoying lighting and then there is the Hippodrome. This place only allows women size 0, preferably in tiny little pieces of cloth and very high heels.
We did not go to the Hippodrome. We went to the shabbiest, nastiest gay bar in the whole dang city. The Pub. No one goes to the pub. Which is why we went there. Oh, and E recently came out so she really likes going to gay bars. I like going to gay bars because I can't stand little girls drinking thier first beers and acting stupid. And I love my gays. So, fine. We walk in and the place is filled with Old Queens, two trannies and us.
Bartender stops. Looks at us and says, "What the hell are you doing here? Ladies, the fun is across the street. This place is a dying room for old queens."
We laugh. We know, we say, but we're looking for quiet.
"Well sweeties, what'll it be?"
And from that moment on we fell in love with Josh. Josh was adorable. He gave us free drinks all night and we became fast friends. As only gay men can do. Emails were exchanged.
We stumbled out of the Pub after last call. Ran into the same cops from the alley. Got the number for the cab company.
Home safely with:
Keys - Check
Everything else was spent, left behind or lost. Got the phone back the next day - I had left it in the cab.
*DJ: When I dated this DJ back in the 80's he was a total dork. Sweet and smart but very thin and just, well, dorky. This guy is HOT now! Holy crap! Muscles and a dimple. Kind of a dork still, but you can't tell by looking. Dayum! People change.
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