So my friends, the day has come and gone. Booty is officially over for good. But we sent it off good and proper last night.
I was a bit worried when I showed up around 8:30 and Crush was terribly empty. But sometime around 10 I went to the bathroom and when I emerged the club had become a sardine can. In fact I made the mistake of going outside for some air and a puff and had to wait in a huge line to come back in even though I already had my hand stamp and all my stuff was inside. It was a bit humiliating. Alley Hector does not wait in club lines! Well…apparently I do.
At least we made it back in just before the downpour started in earnest. So it’s also probably good that it was at Crush instead of Plan B. Even though I would have loved to have the last Booty under the stars on that fantastic back patio of theirs, rain that heavy surely would have ruined the party. Just imagine all the smeared mascara.
There could have been another reason for holding the last Bootys at Crush though. It seems the dragon wasn’t even slain before another sprung up in its place. Your Thursdays can remain queer with a new night beginning at Crush called Queer Bait. I left the flyer at home so I can’t remember the details but it’s being put on by Splendora and the Gender Fluids so I’m certainly going to give it a go. And, come to think of it, maybe that’s all you really need to know anyway.
The king is dead. Long live the king!
