Monday, December 14, 2009
We were never there!
Let me set the scene…It’s late at night in S.A.’s largest city, Brent and I have already had a few drinks. (alright, a lot of drinks) But we’re still looking very smart in our suits, looking more like a couple of off duty cops than revellers, we slide up to the nightclub doorman who immediately greets us like old friends. We had expected some trouble getting into one of Adelaide’s top clubs but he just takes our money, forces food into our hands and lets us in with a very strange comment… “Have a good night… BOYS”. That might not sound like a strange comment at first but the way he said “boys” had me wondering what he meant by that…we found out soon enough.
The overcrowded club was stuffed with beautiful people drinking and chatting, we paid out our small fortune for a couple of drinks and immediately started looking cool. No one gave us a second look as we wondered about, it was too crowded to find an empty chair or table so a spare couple of square feet somewhere at the back was as good as it got.
Within a short time the music started and a very beautiful woman took the stage and her clothes off. For some reason still quite unknown to me, our attention was seized by the girl taking her gear off and it was some time before I looked about me. I looked over at the bar, far distant from where we were, it was about 20 deep with blokes buying drinks…slowly something dawned on me.
I looked about me to suddenly realise that we two blokes were standing amid all the women… watching a female stripper. (you're with me now, aren’t you?)
In the darkness of the club all I could see near me was shadows, shadows holding hands, shadows touching each other, shadows nuzzling partners. So… our chances of picking up girls suddenly started to seem remote! Undaunted, Brent was happy to continue trying…
In due course the 4 or 5 female strippers were done and there followed a similar number of male strippers, this was our cue to move to the bar with all the women as all the men gravitated toward the stage… and so it went all evening.
In the end, so long as we looked away often...and suppressed certain images forever, neither the gay males nor the gay females cared that we were there and we continued drinking until we didn't care either…
On the way out the huge sign out the front said it clearly enough, but somehow we missed it. Gay night, gay night gay night!
..and the point of all this? I don’t know, still trying to work that out…