Gay men get all the chicks

This entry was published at least two years ago (originally posted on July 19, 2002). Since that time the information may have become outdated or my beliefs may have changed (in general, assume a more open and liberal current viewpoint). A fuller disclaimer is available.

This looks like it’s shaping up to be an interesting weekend. I’ve been so caught up with the day-to-day trials and tribulations of life in general (lots of stress lately — mostly work and pay [what little there is] related), that I’d almost entirely spaced out on the fact that Casey is getting married this weekend — and I’m DJ’ing his wedding reception!

So last night he stopped by to drop off some CDs for me to use that aren’t club music (which after 8 years of DJ’ing is most of my collection) so that I won’t scare his extended family too much, and I ended up heading off with Casey, Chad, Tim, Patrick, and Karl for a little while as they bounced around downtown on a semi-mini-bachelor-party. We started out having a couple drinks and talking at Marcus’ Martini Heaven in Pioneer Square, then walked up a few blocks to the Deja Vu strip club on 1st Ave.

It was an interesting experience, that’s for sure. While I’m not much for hanging out at strip clubs (this was my first time setting foot in one since I moved to Seattle), I don’t mind stopping by from time to time with a group of friends. Since the one I hit the most in Anchorage was the Showboat (Brian, one of the gents that owned Gig’s Music Theater where I DJ’d was a doorman for the Showboat, and I often stopped by to talk to him, and would generally stop in long enough to buy a drink and watch a few dances), it was interesting to compare the two. Better music at the Deja Vu, but the songs are cut off after 3 minutes instead of playing for their full length as they do at the Showboat.

Other than that, though — a strip club’s a strip club — bored girls get onstage, get naked, and wiggle. I’d be more entertained if any of the girls could actually dance decently, or do an actual strip tease (rather than one song ‘clothed’ and one song naked). However…that just doesn’t seem to be the case. Ah, well. Guess I’ll just stick to the dance clubs where people stay dressed…at least in those, I can dance too!

Oh — and as for the title of the post — just about every dancer that came by trying to get table dances from us made a beeline for Chad. Watching the expressions on their faces when he explained that his boyfriend probably wouldn’t appreciate his getting table dances was all sorts of entertaining!