 Author: raider
Date: 08-03-12 17:47
You never know what's going to happen until you try something new.
During my time in San Francisco, my boyfriend/mate/almost-husband Steve and I belonged to a motorcycle club. Well, actually, he rode a bike, and I got in because they needed someone to do the graphic design work for their events. I had one other major advantage: a big ol VW van, which we used for our monthly bar crawls up and down Folsom Street.
The president of the club was this big, muscular guy you would not want to meet in a dark alley. Or maybe you would, actually. He was an imposing presence, although few people knew he was also one of California's more infamous drag queens. But put the man in full leather, and... oh baby baby.
So one night here we all are. It's two in the morning, and we're trying to figure out where to go for last call. The Eagle was too crowded. The Brig was too dingy. Then our esteemed president decided we should all go to Nob Hill.
For those not aware, Nob Hill is one of the two truly hoity-toity neighbourhoods in San Francisco, and the gay bar in question (whose name I sadly have forgotten) was well known as a "sweater" bar: a place to show off that your wardrobe was just so five minutes ago. It had a sign in front "No jeans, no tshirts, no sneakers" — and, well, here we were violating two of those right off the bat. Maybe our chaps and jackets and stomper boots would compensate. So we all piled into my van and drove to Nob Hill.
By the time we got there, we were perilously close to closing time. The club president took the point, and the crowds literally parted as we walked through. We get to the bat, and here is this little Nob Hill twink making a rather obvious show of ignoring us, going from one end of the bar to the other as he served everyone around us.
But our president was not to be denied. Twink was going from one end to another when he suddenly found himself hoisted up and half dragged across the bar to meet face to face with our very, very angry president. "We'd like six beers. Now. Please. Thank you."
We got them. On the house. And our esteemed president got a date.
You never know what's going to happen until you try something new.
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