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May 12, 2005Four Cats Walk Into a Bar...At around 3p today, I was hit by simultaneous phone calls and IM windows. Sure, an office phone with three lines looks cool, but heck, not when all three lights are lit up. Ah, and then the cell phone rings. When my cell phone rings, the voice on the other end of the line will ask if I want to go eat dinner, catch a movie, or maybe do some shoe shopping. If my office phone rings, the voice on the other end of the line will call my attention to a problem, an issue or a need. I answer my cell phone first. It's Mark, one of my trendy gay friends -- great clothes, great car, great style -- kitty supreme! He has passes to a swanky nightclub party sponsored by Maxim magazine. God forbid he show up without arm candy. Thus, Val, Sandra and I all get added to the guest list. "Look classy," he says. Then the dial tone. The lights on my office phone are still blinking. The party is at Moda, a Hubbard street bar. The last time I went there was with Manish and two Greek men. One who didn't speak at all and one who spoke to all the ladies. This time, I was with two other chicks and a gay guy (we fought over who was Carrie from Sex in the City, Mark won). Soon as we step off the worn red carpet (looked like a Home Depot discard), we run smack into a very packed bar. Three skanky but covered dancers are gyrating on elevated platforms. Their expressions are forced, but they keep chugging along. There are probably six men to every woman (strange odds for Chicago), but only one in six men were worth a second look. With the exception of the sole male dancer, who was definitely worth many looks. Yum. We venture down to the VIP room. The difference between the main floor and the VIP room is that the VIP room has food. And a Brittey Spears wanna be wearing layered tops with the collar cut out, a flared mini-skirt, wavy bleached blonde hair with too much hairspray, and oh, the final touch. Leg warmers over pointy toed stilettos. Pointy toed stilettos that were dancing their heart out on an illuminated platform sized for a solo dancer. Now, if you are scantily clad and dancing on a platform, and yet the men are all at the bar or taking off for the bathroom, that is a good indication that you should stop dancing and step away from the platform. It was a fun night though, definitely. Brought out miss kitty in me, eh? Meowrrrr!
Posted by carolyn at May 12, 2005 10:40 PM Comments"Now, if you are scantily clad and dancing on a platform, and yet the men are all at the bar or taking off for the bathroom, that is a good indication that you should..." stop dancing in a gay bar! Posted by: Buck at May 14, 2005 10:51 AM Post a comment |
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