Gay Bar.
March 25, 2008
So one of Lori’s old friends wanted to meet up yesterday, and he suggested that we’d go to the place that he sometimes hangs out at, a place called “Innuendo” in downtown St Paul. A gay bar.
This was my first time in a gay bar, and honestly, I didn’t know quite what to expect. Mostly men in there when we arrived, but that was expected. The place itself was a bar with some bar stools around small circular tables spread out throughout the room. Slightly shabby, but fully functional as a bar. I paid $4 for a non-alcoholic beer (I was the driver) which didn’t taste like much and a girl from the next table over asked if we wanted to join them in playing “the Golden Girl game.”
The game was basically to watch one episode of the Golden Girls on one of the TVs in the bar (there was specifically a projector lighting up almost an entire wall) and then score on a sheet whenever one of the listed events happened, e.g. 1 point if someone says “Shut up, Rose!”, 3 points for someone wearing their pajamas and 5 points if Sophia gets laid.
Oookay. Fun game, actually, and it made me forget how crappy the beer tasted. Jake showed up shortly before we managed to finish a full episode, so we took off to find ourselves dinner, but we returned later in the evening only to find two tables playing Yatzee. And Bingo Night was about to begin.
Okay, so… Golden Girls, Yatzee and Bingo. This is what gay men do in between pride parades? One thing that separated it from a nursing home, though, was that the bingo numbers were called out by a transvestite in a Dee Snyder:ish wig (and perhaps that people cheered loudly every time “O69″ came up, although I guess I don’t know that people don’t do that at nursing homes).
Now I go find breakfast. I have a feeling today will be much less eventful than yesterday.
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