'The' Gay Club

So, I got home not too long ago from THE gay club in Portland, Styxx. (Not the River. There's an extra X there.) It was fairly dead which, my friend promised, is not the case on Saturdays. I'll have to take her word for it now. The music was meh. There were a LOT of sandals being worn. I don't care how laid back this place is, wearing sandals to go out dancing is just dumb. I was really confused when they made last call, as it was only quarter to one. Oh, right, bars close at one here.

Apparently Boston Pride is tomorrow and Portland Pride is next week. We have the opportunity to go with new roomie's friends to Boston Pride tomorrow, but I just don't feel settled enough to leave. Plus, I don't have an ATM card yet and am low on cash. Instead, we'll stay here, take advantage of the roomie's car to go to Target and such to work on getting important things like a spice rack and a tea kettle.

It's ten to two, and I'm wide awake. One! Bars close at one here! What on earth?! Apparently there are 'after hours' places. At least, roomie suggested that there were. I can only imagine what they're like....but if it means I can dance until a respectable hour to good music, then I'm game. Imagine, I never would have thought to go to after hours in MTL because of the cost and the time of night. Here, it seems only too obvious to go.

Oh, that was the other thing: I bought a vodka tonic for myself and a beer for her, and it only cost me $7.50. That's not so bad, I guess. Still, I'd much rather be at the Bamboo Room right now--even on Babysitting Friday--than at the kitchen table writing this.

I chose this. I knew it wouldn't be like Montreal. Give it time.

This is what I keep telling myself.