I “wasn’t gay” yet (and he probably wasn’t either)

The Friday night party at the Chelsea Hotel has gotten way too popular.  I had to stand in line for like 15 or 20 minutes to get my free vodka, and I got there at 10:05!  I get about 5 people away from the door, and here comes Urban Sprawl.  “Oh, hey, girl.”  This bitch wouldn’t be so enthused with her greeting if I were 50 meters back.

So we sauntered in, and there weren't many people inside at all.  I got my two screwdrivers and took the first one down in 2 gulps as usual before I stepped away from the bar, keeping one hand free (to toss my hair).  I turned around, and whom did I see?  Fellow blogger Z and Brian the bf!  I glided over to introduce myself (this was our first in-person meeting).  It was actually kind of ironic because he was much more low-key than it would seem from his blog.  His boyfriend, however, was quite loquacious.  Then again, he seemed like he had been enjoying the open bar for a while longer than we had (that's why we love the Aussies). 

Urban Sprawl and I chatted with Z and Brian the bf for a while before I spotted the Long Island Gays.  We meandered over to them (refreshing our drinks first) in the smaller room where we saw some shocking style choices.  For example, some muscle daddy was wearing a fully studded glove.  Just one.  It looked like something out of a Michael Jackson video.  Or more recently, that bionic hand from “Single Ladies”.  So every time she walked by, I would do the out-of-breath hand-closing motion from the end of the video.  And it never got old.

Homegirl is wearing a fox.  A. Whole. Fox.

By the time I got through another pair of drinks, the open bar was over and so was my patience with the bar.  Uptown Brown was having a birthday bar crawl, so Urban Sprawl and I ran over to XES to catch up with him.  Thankfully the bar was the exact opposite of Chelsea Hotel: far from crowded and no gay music.  The only thing I wasn’t a fan of was my drink.  I know it’s blasphemy, but I have to be honest: they made it too strong.  Not that that stopped me from drinking it, but I’m just sayin’. 

All the single ladies.  All the single ladies.  Why, yes, those are lace-up pants.

Around 12:30, most of Brown’s friends were headed home (huh?), so I convinced him to come (where else!) uptown.  Urban Sprawl ditched at the last minute when his train to that other borough Queens came before the A train. 

Can we have a short conversation about how much of a mess No Parking is!  How is your coat check full?! 

I’m dancin’, I’m workin’, I’m givin’ boys a hurtin’.  I turn around, and I see a blast from my past!  Flashback: we were seniors in high school and my non-ivy-league school (thank god!) flew us up for a prospective minority students’ weekend in October.  He was oh so pretty (my first sign), but I “wasn’t gay” yet (and he probably wasn’t either).  He was among a group of people that I really connected with over the 3 days, and we all kept in relative contact for the rest of the school year.  He ended up going to school in gAy-T-L (another sign), and we lost contact.  

Out of nowhere about 4 months ago, he added me on Facebook.  Being the stalker that I am, I looked through his profile and found that he was in a certain black fraternity that’s known for the how-you-doin’ factor (you’d think I’d have enough signs by now).  He was going to grad school in NYC, but we hadn’t met up at all.  And out of nowhere, he shows up at my favorite bar! 

Still fine.  But he must be super undercover because I haven't seen him on A4A yet.  Did I mention he may or may not read this blog?  Yeah.

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