Sunday evenings, Joe and I have taken to celebrating “Gay Day”, wherein we meet at 5pm at a local watering hole for cocktails and weekly bonding sessions. Last night, we began with mojitos at Lime, which was fine save for the DEAD ambiance. No one vaguely interesting was there, and I was all dressed up in experimental attire. In fact, having physically altered the majority of my clothing myself, I was convinced I’d arrive at Lime and Joe would immediately make me go home and change. However, as I nervously walked through the main door to the bar, Joe leapt from his seat and screamed, “Fabulous!”
Bored with Lime and feeling that said outfit was entirely wasted on the bored staff and clientele, we headed over to The Lion Pub, where I’m always delighted to go. I had to force Joe to agree to the Lion Pub, as he was desperate to dance and drink at the Bar on Castro. While my outfit would be decidedly NOT wasted there, I was more in the mood for the low lit, fireplace in the corner vibe of something less orgy-based. Lion Pub, here we come.
I went inside as Joe ran across the street to get cigarettes. To my dismay, not one soul was enjoying a libation in the LP. Not one. Joe would be horrified and have none of this, so I immediately cut him off at the pass. We then agreed on infused booze at Madrone.
Madrone is perfectly acceptable, specializing in an array of flavor infused vodkas and trendy art. Joe and I braved the rain, slipping and sliding into the dark bar ready to be admired by the masses. Alas, as Joe put it, “It’s just us and the gays out today. Just us and the gays…”
Much like the Pope, Madrone was dead. With a couple of excess DJs and bartenders in attendance, Joe and I were crestfallen. We sipped our cucumber and pomegranate cocktails, wasted our gorgeousness on only each other, and collapsed into a couch. “Well, my love.” Joe sadly said. “We’ll always have Sundays…”