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…
8 comments:
Dressed up like that looking all dapper it's a wonder your didn't find it was Gay Nite Gay Nite Gay Nite a lot sooner. LOL
Good use of pic.
AV
You're right of course, but we made it out intact and with no harm done. That night was sure an eye opener though. (in more ways than one)LOL
buh! This is the funniest thing I've read in a while!
Thanks for swinging by my blob. Stop on by whenever it fancys you!
Thanks Kym, coming from such a good writer thats some complement..and you can be sure that I will be calling by.
My sister and I wandered well into the fold of a lesbian beach in Key West in the mid-80s, and I can still picture the looks on our faces as it hit us, simultaneously... It didn't really matter, one way or another, but it was something that it could be said had never happened to us before... Sudden consciousness can be quite a head full!
Thanks for that memory!
Pearl
My thoughts exactly Pearl, it dawned on me slowly but then hit me with the subtlety of a brick to the back of the head. I remember wondering if we should leave..quickly! ..but in the end, as you said, it doesn't matter really, just a matter of how the other half lives.
LMAO! I bet the music was brilliant too :)
Music...there was music?? I cant claim to remember any of the music Joanna.
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