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But the main reason I hate nightlife is that I'm still drawn to it after all these years, and as a result, I drag my ass to clubs and bars on a regular basis, feeling like a diabetic in a candy store but always enjoying the cathartic freedom that nonconformity brings. Cheers. Vomit bag!
You only forgot one BIG thing, the music in the bars today has been horrendous and dreadful ever since Razor and Guido, Thunderpuss, Many Lemmons, Peter Wrong-hoffer, Traci Old, etc. came on the scene in the late 90's, the best music is NOT in the gay bars anymore gurls, sorry
It's as it has been said! The world is a vampire. What is a 60 year old queen to do in a world full of parasitic jesters. It's for sure that we are not in Kansas any more. And we are all up a shit-creek without a paddle or a pair of ruby red slippers to make a much needed getaway from it all. God knows I've had more than my fair share of dealings with uncivil shady bartenders. What's a well read, well traveled queen to do in such sleeping taker society. It isn't going to get any better girlfriends. Arrivederci! Well said MUSTO.
That's a reporter! Try Gitmo next? I'm so glad you can stand to suffer it and be there for the rest of us!
I'd be mad about this column except you always tell us all the good things about clubs too, so to be honest: This column was a riot.
Nightclubs have become cheesey networking guilds with drugs. You could get more play at a Promise Keepers rally.
Hilarious!! It's so true about the dumb doormen, shady bartenders, and all the other horrors that make "fun" such a depressing spectacle.
Hilarious! I especially loved the part about running up and down stairs all night looking for something better! I picture you in a year or two, in a man-corset, arthritic toes screaming in agony, hair dye running down your sweaty head, still looking, looking, looking for something better! Good luck!
Ms Pregnostyca Del Ray , what do you think Mr. Quentin Crisp would think of this 'Once upon a mindnight dreary.' serious-minded look at our life style in 2011 that you and Musto have pronounced upon us?