Was reacquainted with a friend I had met recently...no, I knew him from Primavera. Tony they called him. Little guy, real white teeth. Nice smile, I suppose, in a nerdy bespectacled kind of way. Well, Tony was glad to see me and I guess I the same. Pretty numb about talking and associating lately. People are quite a bore.
So, I was dragged out of my reverie by the nasal whine of Tony. So, wacha wanna do? Was asked about seven or eight times. Damn, boy, shut up and let me enjoy my high. With a ding-a-ling of the door bell, our feet were hitting pavement under the pale full moon and we found ourselves at the Iguana Bar. Clientele was old hippies, bikers, and drunk Indians. Country and Banda filled the room. Old, and I mean OLD, Mexican bitch started hitting on me as I entered the bar. "Buy me a drink!" She tottered, breathing halitosis and beer and vomit into my face.
"Let's get outta here."
Walked...no stumbled...down 4th Ave to a bar called The Surely Wench. Why not? Entered...college crowd, cheap Coronas. Hip and groovy clean cut assholes did a ballet to and fro through cigarette smoke in a vain attempt to impress one another. No towering hostile transvestites or slick talking boy hustlers here. But, I digress...the beer was cheap.
Tony, who started getting cuter as I was getting drunker said let's bar hop. Why not? Next bar was Che, and for the love of fucking God a karaoke show was in progress. Three...four shots of tequila and I am up on stage belting out Raspberry Beret by Prince. A showstopper, I tell you.
Let's go to I.B.T's...
A queer bar.
I shudder, but follow Tony anyway. At the door we are turned away by the large and surly door man. Glares at Tony, "You're barred, brother. You can't come in."
Barred? Fuck. Asking no questions, mainly because I didn't care, we head back downtown and finish the night playing pool at some dive called Sharks. These assholes had a karaoke show blaring here, too. Played drunken pool with three exchange students from Central America. Two hot, one not. Sat in the back on red Velvet couch and made out with some guy from Peru. Last call and I say goodbye and take a taxi home. Jack off and fall asleep in that mess. And to top it off, my nose is running from that fucking cold that won't go away.