Monday, March 29, 2004
posted by Mary |
3/29/2004 10:34:00 PM
Quite a nice weekend here. It felt like there was a basketball game playing on a continuous loop all weekend but other than that, very good. Georgia Tech (Andrew's alma mater) is in the Final Four so this means he's been running around the house yelling "Whoooooo!" all weekend.
I just go "Whoooooo!" back at him, which seems to be the appropriate response. I'm not a big sports fan but I find basketball tolerable at least. And the GT/Kansas game was pretty action-packed, it was fun to watch.
And speaking of action-packed....in order to avoid watching basketball, the newly-wedded Natalie and I planned a girl's night out for Friday night. We went to see "50 First Dates", which was very cute and now I want to go visit Hawaii. The scenery was so beautiful. As for the movie, I enjoyed it. I sometimes find Adam Sandler repellent but Drew Barrymore seems to bring out his best side, they have good chemistry.
After the movie we decided to have a quick drink and headed off to Val's, the local karaoke bar where we had celebrated Andrew's birthday a few months ago. When we were there for the birthday celebration there weren't too many people in the bar (outside of our group of 20) and the patrons were mostly good old boy/ trucker types. It was a little rough. There was a sign on the wall that read "No Tank Tops After 8:00 pm." Country songs were on heavy rotation with the karaoke. I think I saw someone eating a pickled pig's foot at one point.
But upon our arrival last Friday we realized that Val's had certainly changed. Into a gay bar. The "No Tank Tops" sign was replaced with a rainbow banner reading "New Management!", there was now a stage for karaoke, a suspicious amount of import beer and there were....well, guys everywhere. And a few strong-looking women too.
We sat down at the bar and ordered our beers. The karaoke had just started up and a guy on stage was wailing out that "Queerest of the Queer" song by Garbage. Hmmmm. Toto, I don't think we're in Kansas anymore.
I'm not a homophobic person at all. I really don't care what anyone's sexual preference is as long as it's of our species. We just moved from the Gay Mecca of the South (midtown) to a little town on the outskirts of the city and I just didn't have any idea the local dive bar would become the local gay bar. I wonder where the truckers ran off to. Poor guys.
And, well, it was different than any gay bar I've ever in before. This was Old Gay. Where guys go when they're tired of working out all the time and going to the tanning bed and they just want to be able to go out and relax, without having to simultaneously suck in their stomachs and flex their arms. There were a couple of sleeveless-shirted, musclely 20-something guys but the vast majority were in their forties or older and softening a little bit. But, still, a great crowd, very fun although, unfortunately most of them could sing pretty well (I hate it when people sing good karaoke). Having "just one drink" turned into our new friends buying us shots and taking a cab home at 3:30 am.
We had such a good time at one point I even got up on stage and sang along to one of my least favorite songs of all time - "YMCA."
Yeah. I still feel a sense of shame over that one.