So. I was in Sydney over the weekend staying with some schoolfriends. Now one of their favourite clubs in Sydney is Stonewall, a wonderfully skeezy gay nightclub. Now, nominally it is a "gay and lesbian" bar, but in reality there's just a lot gay boys and their straight female friends. Now one is bound to wonder why on earth there are so many straight girls at such a wonderfully falmboyant gay bar. I mean, they have no chance of picking up and the drinks are expensive and they'll have to PAY FOR THEM THEMSELVES!!!!! (OMIGOD!!!) However, I found that overall the evening was extremely pleasant. Let me enumerate:
1. Gay men really know how to boost your ego- I felt like an absolute princess all night.
2. No-one tried to pick me up.
3. If a guy asked you to dance, he really wanted to dance.
4. If a guy talked to you, it's because he thought you were interesting (or a funny drunk. Whatever.)
5. EVERYONE was drinking pink drinks. I was in good company.
6. People look more interesting. (Lots of lycra and feathers...)
7. Muscly gay boys are good harmless eye-candy.
8. The music is more fun.
And so on and so forth.
The upshot: I had a fantastic Saturday night/morning and was completely fucked for the 7am trip back to Gil.
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Actually wanting to dance, wow.
But I have to know: with all those pink drinks, what was the spotto rate? *licks strawberry-filled chocolate off laptop* bah.
2. No-one tried to pick me up.
I'm not sure I quite understand... I thought you went out to pick up?? I guess that ego boost is offset by point #1...