First let me preface with a heartfelt apology for the Happy Hour being a total bust last night... I had absolutely no idea that Gazuza would be closed for one night for renovations and that night was last night. If anyone would like to take the reigns for organizing the first successful Gay Happy Hour I will gladly defer, if not I can figure something out!
So..... after standing around like bumps on a pickle, Dudley and I decided that maybe the Mo's that showed up to Gazuza may have emigrated east to JR's, so we decided to make a cameo there. We show up, do the obligatory lap and settle on some real estate with a couple of Dudley's friends who are just sweet as pixie sticks. I decide I wanted to do a solo lap and do a little smoky eye action at a few choice individuals.... and by few I mean 2 in the entire bar.... walk upstairs, survey the scene, come back down and as I'm making my way back to Dudley et. al. when out of the crowd steps a large black man that's 6'6" at least and built like a refridgerator (turns out he used to play football at clemson) but he stands in my way and puts his arms around me, leans in and whispers "you are so beautiful" to which I do the shy look down and laugh with the requisite "Oh thank you, aren't you sweet" and I try to walk away but he won't let go of me!! I fake left, I fake right.... no go. He tells me I'm beautiful a couple more times and finally lets me go, so I obviously go back to dudley and have him and his friends form the gay force field around me thereby curbing any other advances.
After a while it's post 8pm and Dudley and I decide to check out Chloe, so we walk the runway (17th st. between JR's and Cobalt) go to Hush/Chloe and walk in. Now the space is gorgeous, the bartenders are so hot I wanted to get down on my knees and give thanks right there..... that's right... I said it.... anyways besides them the place was pretty much empty which is attributed to the newness of Hush + Labor Day weekend, totally reasonable. So obviously Dudley and I saddle up to the bar and I make besties with the two bartenders, I ask to see their tattoos (I'm incorrigible) and have a rather lengthy conversation about non-asian people getting Chinese/Japanese characters as tattoos, I translated his for him *blush*, there were two of them, both fine specimens of the male form, and apparently very entertained by me (I'm pretty sure they were both Ro's) and they gave dudley and I free drinks :). We turn around to further survey the emptiness and who walks in??? oh you guessed it, The walking Fridge who makes a beeline for me and starts trying to chat me up, oh he was with some white boy who obviously was uncomfortable there, still not sure what his deal was but I didn't pay much attention to him. So he asked me what my name was I said Patrick (my name is not patrick) he asked me what I did, I said I worked for the state department and I was home from assignment (I am not employed by the State department), he kept feeding me lines such as "I thought you were a model, your smile lights up the room, blah blah blah blah blah" Now, I have done fashion shows before but I feel that to call yourself a model is to A) have that as your primary career and B)have that be the most interesting thing about you, neither of which is true in my case. So after that Dudley and I made our escape, flirted shamelessly some more with the bartender, and parted ways at the door, I cabbed it home ( and I've totally figured out that taking cabs at the current rate is cheaper than driving my own car around the city) and made myself some pasta and passed the eff out..........
TGIF..... Thank Gucci for the long weekend, and hopefully the phillies game, Rehomo, and parties/ going out on sunday will give me enough ammo for uber blogging come tuesday!!!!
I would like to make another suggestion: Gay Happy Hour #1 Take 2 will be in full effect Wednesday September 7, 7 pm at Gazuza (I promise it'll be open then)