I worked at An Tua Nua tonight. I've been picking up shifts the past few Saturdays which has been pretty decent. Besides the fun of working at a bar, I was initially excited about working because I figured the place would generate plenty of writing content. It has finally come through for me.
After doing a quick walk-around I noticed that there were a lot of women in the club. This wouldn't raise an eyebrow, normally, but as I walked around the fact that there were a bunch of women all dancing with each other with a noticeable lack of men struck me as odd. Upon closer inspection I realized that there was a healthy amount of gay women in the club that night.
I had to laugh, because they ran the gamut of generalized gay stereotypes. There were two black gay women, both dressed like men. One wore dark blue jeans, a red shirt with matching hat and shoes. Her shirt was open and a she wore a white tank top. She also wore a red bra, which, as the night wore on, was shown more often. She danced all night, entertaining herself and her friends as well as those around her.
The other black gay women, wore dark jeans and a light blue t-shirt and matching hat. She sat in a corner booth and drank beer all night. I wouldn't have realized she was with the other gay women had it not been for the a third women who would, with regularity, grind on her. It reminded me of high school, when I would stand on the wall and wait for girls to come up and dance on me.
There was a "pixie" on the dance floor, she had short spikey hair and, despite being impressively thin, never left the dance floor. There was a young gay couple. interracial too. The black girl was small in statue and fairly cute. Her girlfriend was a heavyset white girl. They danced exclusively all night and then, with 20 minutes left, they started making out on the dance floor. The white girl was all over the black girl, it was a bit scary to watch, like rolling slowly by a car accident. They decided to make out right next to the place I stand so I couldn't move away.
As I watched everyone enjoying themselves that night, I realized that I might have been in the middle of a Guerrilla Gay Bar night. I learned this term about two weeks ago from Ashleigh, when she told me she and one of her other friends were going to participate in a Guerrilla Gay Bar at Tequila Rain. The premise is that one night a month gay people take over a straight bar and make it a jumping gay bar for the night.
I think it's an interesting idea. I like that the concept plays on the fact that as long as you are of age, you can get into a bar/club. We all love going out with our friends and it makes perfect sense that something like this can and would happen.
As it turned out, it was not a Guerrilla Gay Bar night. There were just a bunch of gay women out at An Tua Nua. I'm considering joining the email list so I can see one of these events first-hand. I wonder where they will be December 4th...
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Nov 21, 2009
Nov 15, 2009
Girl at the bar or, The One that got away
Saturday night I worked at my bar. My bar job is one of those gigs that is not super difficult, but requires odd hours. Working from 9:30 p.m. until 2:30 a.m. is just a natural drag on the system. Don't get me wrong, I enjoy it immensely and it often generates great fodder for the blog. Take last night for example.
Saturdays aren't the busiest night for An Tua Nua, and because of that, the back room remained closed. There were some folks who came in looking to dance including a trio of girls, one of whom really caught my eye.
She was wearing a blue shirt and jeans, her sneakers were bright and multicolored, pinks, blues and reds. her skin was the color of coffee when cream and sugar are added and her hair, wavy and brown fell to the middle of her back. She had a pink flower above her left ear. When I saw it, I was transported back to Hawaii and evenings spent on the beach at a luau in front of a fire pit.
She was gorgeous!
The first time I saw her she smiled at me. I looked away. Did that just happen? That did just happen. I thought to myself. Later she approached me and asked if we would be opening the back of the bar up for dancing. At the time I didn't know if we were, but I told her I would check on it for her. When I found out we weren't opening the back I found her again and told her she could make a dance floor where she was.
For the next hour or so, She and her friends hung out near a table with stools around it listening to the music and enjoying beverages. We made eye contact a few more times, each time she would smile at me. After the second time I decided that I would talk to her. It was at that moment that my boss called me to help clean up a spill.
I turned my attention to the mess that had been made, mopping up the mess and removing the broken glass. When I returned from the the kitchen area, I looked for the girl at the table where she had been, but she was not there. A small amount of panic seeped in to my gut. A quick walk around the bar area informed me that she was not there. Bathroom? It was more wishful thinking than anything else at that point. I knew she was gone. I had missed my chance.
It really sucks, I should have spoken to her earlier in the evening. Now, all I can do is hope she comes back the next time I'm working...
Saturdays aren't the busiest night for An Tua Nua, and because of that, the back room remained closed. There were some folks who came in looking to dance including a trio of girls, one of whom really caught my eye.
She was wearing a blue shirt and jeans, her sneakers were bright and multicolored, pinks, blues and reds. her skin was the color of coffee when cream and sugar are added and her hair, wavy and brown fell to the middle of her back. She had a pink flower above her left ear. When I saw it, I was transported back to Hawaii and evenings spent on the beach at a luau in front of a fire pit.
She was gorgeous!
The first time I saw her she smiled at me. I looked away. Did that just happen? That did just happen. I thought to myself. Later she approached me and asked if we would be opening the back of the bar up for dancing. At the time I didn't know if we were, but I told her I would check on it for her. When I found out we weren't opening the back I found her again and told her she could make a dance floor where she was.
For the next hour or so, She and her friends hung out near a table with stools around it listening to the music and enjoying beverages. We made eye contact a few more times, each time she would smile at me. After the second time I decided that I would talk to her. It was at that moment that my boss called me to help clean up a spill.
I turned my attention to the mess that had been made, mopping up the mess and removing the broken glass. When I returned from the the kitchen area, I looked for the girl at the table where she had been, but she was not there. A small amount of panic seeped in to my gut. A quick walk around the bar area informed me that she was not there. Bathroom? It was more wishful thinking than anything else at that point. I knew she was gone. I had missed my chance.
It really sucks, I should have spoken to her earlier in the evening. Now, all I can do is hope she comes back the next time I'm working...
May 17, 2009
Circus Circus!
Blue cotton candy dissolves in my mouth as my friend, sitting next to me, giggles and pats my cheek, leaving powered sugar from her fried dough. In the ring, two jugglers, twins by their look, do cartwheels while keeping six juggling pins airborne. I’m at the circus and I’m loving it.
The Big Apple Circus was in town from April through Mother’s Day. I went twice, the second time with my sister and two friends. It was a single tent set up on City Hall Plaza, but it had all the fixings you would want from a circus. The circus brought clowns to amuse,
a tightrope walker, twin jugglers, performing dogs and even a trapeze family, the “Flying Corteses.” The food selection was just as robust. Popcorn, blue and pink cotton candy, hotdogs, soft drinks in souvenir cups, churros, and fried dough. All over-priced as expected.
The highlight of the evening was watching Adam, a friend of my sister, get picked to take part in a dance contest against a clown. When we first sat down, in our ringside seats, my sister turned to Adam and told him that if there was an opportunity for an audience member to be a part of the act he would be our choice. Adam said he would make my sister do it, but, in the second half of the show, when the ringmistress began looking for someone in the audience, Adam was chosen.
He represented us well, performing admirably.
At the end of the show, the audience was informed of the major accident that happened on the green line between Park Street and Government Center. As we were ushered out the side entrance, the journalist in me sparked to life. I had my camera and my friend had pens and paper. There was no reason for us not to cover the story that was breaking around us. However, BU doesn’t give its journalism students press passes, though, that would be a great idea. We were relegated to flitting about around the edges of the police blockade.
The rest of the night was spent matching drinks with my friends at different watering holes around Boston.
We stopped by one of my favorite places in downtown but they wouldn’t let Adam in with an out of state ID. We ended up at a spot near BU’s campus, An Tua Nua. It’s a good place; they even offered me a job. I’ll keep you posted.
The Big Apple Circus was in town from April through Mother’s Day. I went twice, the second time with my sister and two friends. It was a single tent set up on City Hall Plaza, but it had all the fixings you would want from a circus. The circus brought clowns to amuse,
a tightrope walker, twin jugglers, performing dogs and even a trapeze family, the “Flying Corteses.” The food selection was just as robust. Popcorn, blue and pink cotton candy, hotdogs, soft drinks in souvenir cups, churros, and fried dough. All over-priced as expected.The highlight of the evening was watching Adam, a friend of my sister, get picked to take part in a dance contest against a clown. When we first sat down, in our ringside seats, my sister turned to Adam and told him that if there was an opportunity for an audience member to be a part of the act he would be our choice. Adam said he would make my sister do it, but, in the second half of the show, when the ringmistress began looking for someone in the audience, Adam was chosen.
He represented us well, performing admirably.
At the end of the show, the audience was informed of the major accident that happened on the green line between Park Street and Government Center. As we were ushered out the side entrance, the journalist in me sparked to life. I had my camera and my friend had pens and paper. There was no reason for us not to cover the story that was breaking around us. However, BU doesn’t give its journalism students press passes, though, that would be a great idea. We were relegated to flitting about around the edges of the police blockade.
The rest of the night was spent matching drinks with my friends at different watering holes around Boston.
We stopped by one of my favorite places in downtown but they wouldn’t let Adam in with an out of state ID. We ended up at a spot near BU’s campus, An Tua Nua. It’s a good place; they even offered me a job. I’ll keep you posted.
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