So I'm going to tell a story now that I seldom tell. To protect their innocence, I'm not going to reveal the names of any of my compadres that accompanied me on this bizarre excursion, but I assure you that protecting their anonymity will not diminish the story.
A few years ago, some of my friends wanted to go dancing. For those of you that haven't talked to Leah, I used to be a very "savvy" dancer. There was a single adults dance that night in Salt Lake, so the four of us decided to go up to the dance. When we arrived, we discovered that either we, or the four others in attendance, had misinterpreted the radio ad for the dance. Because we didn't think it would be wise to be getting our freak on with 12 year olds we promptly left the dance in search of "adult" single adults.
One of the guys in the car suggested that Bricks was a cool club, so we headed for the west side. When we arrived the scene was a little bizarre. Some of the people in line were dressed in weird outfits and a discussion quickly ensued. Two of us thought that the whole thing was a little too out-there. However, we were informed that this was just the club scene and it was no big deal. So, after much coaxing, we decided to give it a shot. After we were all in, we started to scan the scene. Of course we wanted to find the right room with the right ladies. After a few minutes we began working our way up a ramp into a separate room.
As we approached the top of the ramp a number of ugly occurrences unfolded simultaneously. There in the middle of the room was a stage with guests coming out in runway model fashion. But something was not right. Glancing around the room we noticed that several people were looking at us. Something wasn't right. Then we noticed that some of the decor in the room was pretty strange. It just wasn't right. And that's when we saw the ticker running across the bottom of the TV screens. "Welcome to Gay Night At Bricks!" It just wasn't right!
Now this is where I'm sure a lot of you would love to read a long detailed account of all the freaky things that were going on at Bricks' gay night. But I honestly cannot tell you one other thing that was going on. The only thing that was on my mind was getting the *%$! out of there. In fact, I was so determined to get out that I was going to head straight for the car. However, not everyone in the group was of a like mind. When we approached the exit one of the guys stopped and turned to the cashier. In order to be heard over the loud music, he yelled, "I want my money back!" The cashier refused. He yelled again, "I want my money back! This is gay night, and I'm not gay!" This is what I do remember, that final scene was really awkward. All these gay dudes staring us down as we got our money back and filed out the door.
So much for the normal club scene being a little bizarre.
9 comments:
As soon as I read Bricks, I knew where that was going. I had a friend that preferred to go there over other clubs but we refused when it was Gay Night. I would say that I can imagine what was going on in the club but I am grateful to say that I cannot.
I am glad you got your money back even if it was embarrassing, wouldn't you be thinking now that you are in school with no money, "man I could really use that money right now."
i have to admit that i was there on that ill-fated night and can attest to the fact that it was, at best, just not right. at the time zebulon was underage and we had to sneek him in with an i.d. that wasn't his. it was obvious that the photo on the license wasn't zeb's, but the nancy boy at the door thought zeb was so darn cute that he let him in anyway. the rest is [dark] history. truly a night to remember.
By the way, that wasn't Katie that commented, it was her husband Mat! :)
Oh the stories you tell, Zeb. At least we have someone to keep us laughing. I'm just glad you guys didn't end up causing a fight as you left! You most likely broke a few hears as well. ;)
UGH!
man that was supposed to say hearts not hears.
I have actually heard that story a few times, and I think names add a little bit, especially when you know who it was demanding their money back. One more excellent reason I don't dance (think of the dance scene in In and Out).
one of my all time favorite zebbie stories! that and the scaring the *&%^ out of eli and steak. you should tell that story, too. it always gets a good laugh. makes me miss you!
Leah, thank you for letting people know that I did not go with Zeb to Brick on gay night! Ha! That is one of the classic stories that gets funnier and funnier every time I hear it!
How have I never heard this story before? Hilarious. I guess I just don't know enough about clubs. (You've just given me one more reason to stay away.)
p.s. Zeb, I think you might have Brad talked into joining the blogging world... keep up the pressure, he won't listen to me :)
Okay, Mom and I were laughing our heads off! I love your use of the word, "savvy!" I can think of a few other words to use; however, I will refrain. Honestly, classic story! My friends and I used to go to 80's Night at Area 51, and there were some classic moments. However, yours takes the cake. I can just see all of the gay guys giving you the eye as you got your money back. I MUST read more stories like this.
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