Ok so hello all you fellow bluelighters out there! As my first post on here I will tell you all a funny anecdote from my time out with my friends last weekend. I am sure this will at least get a chuckle from a few. 
Anyway....it is Friday night and there is an event in the city were going to attend. (Me, my sister, 2 male friends, and an obscenely tasty female friend) We get to the spot and there is absolutely no parking whatsoever, so we go to the valet parking for the club across the street. I tip dude really well...(this will make you laugh later on once the punchline drops...) We go across the street and wait in line out in the cold...at this point I get to hold our super hot friend and rub up on her to keep her warm. We hear some chatter from some people that the admission price is actually $25 and not $10 as we thought. Damn what to do?.....we send one of my buddies across the street to check to see how much it is to get in over there. He runs back excitedly saying "Its only 10 dollars and there is NO line!" (this should have set off some sort of red flag) So we all go across the street and proceed to get checked out and go inside. At the counter where you pay I notice the people are quite friendly...they are delighted that I am paying my sister's way in also. (should have been yet another red flag) We all walk by and into the main room of the club. They are bumping some house music and it seems relatively dead...a few people dancing. We all kinda feel outcast here since were the only people with some glowsticks and all....I can feel people staring us down as the outsiders. After a few minutes I go up to the doorman and ask if its cool if we go to the car...he is like "Sure that's fine you have a stamp" and is all smiles. Me and one of my buddy go out there and ditch all the glowsticks....we go back inside and meet up with everyone. At this point my other friend is like this is pretty lame and buys us all a beer and we start onto the alcohol train. Maybe an hour or so later we figure out there is two sides to this place so we check out the other side....they are bumping some hard house which is OK in my book. Me being the nice guy that I am...I hold the door for a group of guys exiting into the other room. The last guy in the group rubs my shoulder and says "THANKS!" smiling at me like a giddy school girl. At that point the light turns on inside of my brain.....I look at my one friend and say...."I think were at a gay bar?!" It immediately clicks! HAHAHA! So I get the rest of my crew together and we decide that since we all paid for this we might as well stay. It ended up being pretty fun..i got hammered and was dancing out to house music. Some photographer dude (dudette?) was taking pictures of me jigging. I will probably end up on the internet somewhere or something; but it doesn't bother me I am comfortable with who I am. :D The one other big positive note to this story.....I got to make out with our mega hot friend and she was grinding all over me. Also....were going to an event this weekend and she is tagging along. I invited her to a PJ party over here for the afterparty!
-Wolfman
Anyway....it is Friday night and there is an event in the city were going to attend. (Me, my sister, 2 male friends, and an obscenely tasty female friend) We get to the spot and there is absolutely no parking whatsoever, so we go to the valet parking for the club across the street. I tip dude really well...(this will make you laugh later on once the punchline drops...) We go across the street and wait in line out in the cold...at this point I get to hold our super hot friend and rub up on her to keep her warm. We hear some chatter from some people that the admission price is actually $25 and not $10 as we thought. Damn what to do?.....we send one of my buddies across the street to check to see how much it is to get in over there. He runs back excitedly saying "Its only 10 dollars and there is NO line!" (this should have set off some sort of red flag) So we all go across the street and proceed to get checked out and go inside. At the counter where you pay I notice the people are quite friendly...they are delighted that I am paying my sister's way in also. (should have been yet another red flag) We all walk by and into the main room of the club. They are bumping some house music and it seems relatively dead...a few people dancing. We all kinda feel outcast here since were the only people with some glowsticks and all....I can feel people staring us down as the outsiders. After a few minutes I go up to the doorman and ask if its cool if we go to the car...he is like "Sure that's fine you have a stamp" and is all smiles. Me and one of my buddy go out there and ditch all the glowsticks....we go back inside and meet up with everyone. At this point my other friend is like this is pretty lame and buys us all a beer and we start onto the alcohol train. Maybe an hour or so later we figure out there is two sides to this place so we check out the other side....they are bumping some hard house which is OK in my book. Me being the nice guy that I am...I hold the door for a group of guys exiting into the other room. The last guy in the group rubs my shoulder and says "THANKS!" smiling at me like a giddy school girl. At that point the light turns on inside of my brain.....I look at my one friend and say...."I think were at a gay bar?!" It immediately clicks! HAHAHA! So I get the rest of my crew together and we decide that since we all paid for this we might as well stay. It ended up being pretty fun..i got hammered and was dancing out to house music. Some photographer dude (dudette?) was taking pictures of me jigging. I will probably end up on the internet somewhere or something; but it doesn't bother me I am comfortable with who I am. :D The one other big positive note to this story.....I got to make out with our mega hot friend and she was grinding all over me. Also....were going to an event this weekend and she is tagging along. I invited her to a PJ party over here for the afterparty!-Wolfman
