About last night...

I'd been quiet socially, from the previous weekend to current. So when my friend Neil called and asked if I'd like to head out to Spectrums, the local gay hang out in Brooklyn, I agreed. For those unfamiliar, Spectrums is the club formerly known as Odyssey 2001 from the movie Saturday Night Fever. KTU celebrated the 20th anniversary of the movie there.



If you've never been, it's a hoot just to go and see the original lighted dancefloor.
I'm usually loathe to go. Being the neighborhood bar, I've gone far too many times. The novelty has worn off. Not to mention, I, being more musically forward than most, the music kills me. The DJ is trapped playing "classics" which amounts to music that's about 2-3 years behind, lots of vocals a la Deborah Cox, Whitney Houston etc. The locals aren't much for the thumping music which makes me move. Plus, the place is in dire need of renovation and upgrades.

It was a rite of passage going to Spectrums, part of my coming out. But it's place is in the past. Guess it doesn't hurt to revisit now and again.

As for Mr. Tyson, No, I didn't talk to him. What would I say? "Yeah, I've seen you naked in porn?" NO, I didn't get star struck. Nonetheless, it was amusing to see him there. Ok, so he didn't outright hit on me... but everyone knows when someone is "feeling" them. I chose to ignore it. Perhaps, he caught me looking. Or was it my drunken delusional state?

It was nice to blow off some steam.