decidedlyodd

Yesterday I started my evening off by meeting up with GLEAM for Gay Bingo. Of course, neither I nor anybody at our tables (GLEAM had something like two and a half tables of people) won, but it was still entertaining. Unfortunately, I’d have to say that Drag Bingo in the Triangle in North Carolina was better though. The MC, a very tall drag queen named Glamazonia, was good but certainly couldn’t hold a candle to Miss Mary K. Mart when it comes to making of witty, trashy comments. Another let down was the way they handled O69. Yes, people were expected to raise their hands, stand and make noise when that ball was called, but there was no embarrasing punishment! In NC, offenders are called up on stage to painstakingly redo the required moves in front of the crowd and it is much more entertaining.

On the upside, in Seattle the event is 21+ with a cash bar. Along with being a bit more wacky and socially liberal than the Triangle, it made for some more entertaining lascivious behavior. The MC had a habit of walking around and getting cute boys to take off their shirts so that they could be “donated”. During the costume judging (the theme was “Jocks and Cheerleaders”), one guy had dressed up as a referee wearing only a mesh shirt and a pair of black and white striped underwear. Glamazonia had no end of fun hanging all over him and making pointed comments. In the end, she even groped him on stage to the audiences amusement, although the guy didn’t seem too put off by it. Later in the evening, in the middle of calling numbers, the MC shouted out “oh my God, those boys are kissing!”. And of course the whole crowd turned toward them (they were about two tables away from us) and they stopped. But then the started again to make a show out of it.

After bingo, Josh and Mohamed (two guys from GLEAM, who I’d met at lunch before bingo) and I decided we’d go back up to the hill for some dancing. Our first stop was at Neighbors which apparently over the years has become a mixed gay/straight dance club. We were there for a bit, but neither it nor the music was very happening. It also seemed like overwhelmingly straight couples, which was slightly odd in my opinion. From there, we decided to go to The Cuff, a true died in the wool gay dance club. The place was a bit strange though in that it seemed like a leather bar but not really. There was a broad range of patrons ranging from young to old, skinny to fat, leather to non-leather. One amusing thing though was that they were showing porn on the TV screens above the dance floor, but it was the funniest soft core porn I’ve probably ever seen. It appeared to be from the 80s. It was individual guys stripping out of some ridiculous outfit (cowboy, white tuxedo w/ tails and a tophat, etc.) and then dancing around naked and unaroused. Funny stuff. The music was better for dancing though and we continued to dance the night away until about 2:30 before we each parted our seperate ways. Fortunately, I lived on the west side, so it was just a short walk back home.

All told it was a pretty fun night.