Might as well stick around a bit and finish my beer." "You're kidding right you really didn't notice?" "So it is a gay bar," I said laughing nervously. Some were even making out how could I have been so stupid?
All of the men were either flamboyant enough to tell they were gay, or still gave it away by the fact that they were dancing with other men. There were practically no women here the ones that were women looked like your typical butch lesbian. But' when I looked around at my surrounding's I suddenly saw it as though I had been blind. She had to be joking, right why the' hell would I have knowingly walked into a gay club. "You did realize this was a gay bar.didn't you?" "A gay bar," she replied in a very nonchalant manner. I wasn't' so sure what she meant by "a place like this," and chuckled taking another swig of my beer. "So is this your first time in a place like this?" I paid her for it, then took a swig and savored the taste sitting it down on the counter and looking back up at her. She returned a few moments later and handed me the beer. I sat down and a female bartender approached me with a nice smile on her face.
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After three different bars all of which were so full of people I couldn't' find a seat, I made my way down towards 15th street and wandered into a place called Petes.īy this point, I just wanted a seat and a drink, so I ignored the crowd and made my way to the bar.
I stopped in a few places most of them were' packed though. Instead, tonight I was thinking of stopping in a bar to have a few drinks before getting on the Frankford-Market line to make my way home. Sometimes, I would walk around for a bit, and then take a trip down to the river and sit there for a while. I loved coming down here in general but it was almost' always so much better when I was alone. It was a Friday night, early and nice out just nice enough for a trip down South Street by' myself.