el rinconcito

We wanted some beer and some loud thumpin' music tonight, so we headed out to the old watering hole. Sometimes the weird and the strange show up out there, which I generally like a lot, but sometimes it's not good at all. Tonight it wasn't good.

I let a few comments escape my lips tonight as some of them went by:

• "There goes the X-Files right there."
  
• "That one was born from one of those gooey pods on The Matrix."
  
• "That one's not quite used to the Earth's atmosphere yet.
  

When downing a few beers, it's fun to quietly insult everybody as they go by. Smug superiority is de rigueur in such a bar setting.

Danger! Run-on sentences and gossip ahead.

You can't really see anything in the pic. It was dark in there and my phone/camera is cheap, but that was one of the ones who was in tonight's drag show at the disco, which everybody now calls "the club". Nobody says "disco" anymore, 'cept us old ones.

Sooo, we went out tonight and had a couple of beers, or maybe 6, or 20, or 100, I'm not sure, but we saw the show and heard some NICE gossip. Apparently the club is merging in a way with the Latino community, which, of course, needs a place to party, too. Thursday nights will now become Latino nights, and all the other nights the club is open will be the usual traditional gay nights, as the club has been gay for nearly 30 years anyway. Kind of a fun/new/strange business combo.

I don't even know where to go with this except that this uber-hot Puerto Rican who just started as a security guard for the club, AKA "bouncer", who is training to be a bartender for the new Thursday "Latino nights", and who speaks almost no English, which makes it all the more exciting, was out at the bar tonight on the gay night, I guess being some type of ambassador. He is supposedly straight and had the girlfriend on his arm, but the more he drank, the more friendly he got. Everywhere he went in the bar tonight he caused a flash mob, and the more he drank, the more he took things off, which caused major disruption, to say the least. Damn, this makes no sense whatsoever.

Anyway, this whole damned thing is causing major excitement in the club, and everybody is hoping for a lot more "merging" in the future.

More details later as decorum permits. The club: Warehouse 29, Greensboro, North Carolina. Start practicing your English/Spanish, whatever the need may be.

Prior names of the bar going back decades were: Wham!, and Encore. It was once the most popular bar between Washington, DC, and Atlanta.

Eartha Kitt died just a few days ago at the age of 81. Another link here.

I didn't know much about her until recently, but I remember dancing a lot to her famous disco song, "Where is My Man" back during the 80's. People in the clubs I frequented back then always spoke of her in reverent tones. She had iconic status.

She wrote three autobiographies, one of them entitled, "I'm Still Here: Confessions of a Sex Kitten" (1989). I think I'll read that one!

She was cool.