A whole row of them, in fact — sitting, fiddling around with their purses, gazing emptily, and searching for purpose, while hundreds of guys danced, ran up and down stairs, danced some more, and hooked up.
Talk about fishes out of water!
This was at Club 57, the weekly Saturday-night bash at Providence, and while I’m perfectly thrilled to see women at gay establishments — whether the women are gay or not — I’ve rarely witnessed a sight this awkward and bizarre.
It was like me at a football game!
If I’d ever gone to one!