Why did "The Blue Oyster" suddenly pop into my head?
You aren’t going to tell me somethign about Blue Oyster Cult that I didn’t know, are you?
As an addendum to that previous story. The next night, another friend and I went to a DC night club called the “Eye Bar” on I Street. Usually, the music is way loud and the women are very hot and sometimes drunk enough to stop talking about themselves long enough to find out I am the man of their dreams.
This was Sunday, before Memorial Day, last year. We expected a smaller crowd than usual but we were surprised they were charging a cover. The doorman expalined they were having a fashion show.
In DC, “fashion show” at a night club is code for strip show. So, we expected a lot of guys, and some women.
We wait for the show, while talking to a couple women who weren’t interested enough to stick around.
The show starts and it isn’t a strip show at all. It’s a Gay Mens’ fashion show!
Know how sometimes, a man thinks, I’d like to see a naked woman right now, and He let’s you walk in on Grandma coming out of the shower as if to say, “Oh, you want to see naked women, huh?”?
Well, that is the feeling I was getting after that weekend. I didn’t go to a DC club for over a month.