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I was saved from not knowing what to do this weekend at the last minute (or what passes for last minute for me) twice: Riz's 20th anniversary in Seattle at Re-bar, and co-worker B's party.
Riz is a sweet, sweet man. I'd told him about my comings out and he congratulated me. "You look well," he said.
"I feel well," I said. I got to talk about my favorite subject, how and why to change sex, with hisboyfriend husband John.
Riz introduced me to a couple, K & A, who'd met there twenty years ago. K pointed to the exact spot. He had blundered into a job at Re-bar shortly before they met. He told me that somewhere under the surface of the dance floor, in spray paint, is "K+A". Awwww!
Also from K, the Re-bar space has been a succession of bars continuously for almost 100 years. Several employees & owners of these establishments report seeing, well after hours when they're closing up, someone who doesn't quite exist. That's right: Re-bar is haunted. A young man from the 1970s - that space held gay or lesbian bars quite a while before it became Re-bar in the late 80s - and a woman from when the building was new.
Of the two founders of Re-bar, one still owns a different nightclub, and the other nearly drank himself to death, but got sober. K said the place has "grown up", but I think it's been owned since by people who also loved the idea of "a gay bar, only for everybody". Every city should have one.
My other deliverance from tedium was a text from B, who invited me to his place near the zoo. I finally saw things I'd only heard of on Texts From Last Night: beer pong and keg stands. A piñata full of candy, condoms, and lube. I finally made up for missing the ice luge at Das Haus. I didn't leave until 3:00. B and his girlfriend managed to put together a fantastic party, and they only decided to throw it yesterday afternoon. I envy them that ability.
Riz is a sweet, sweet man. I'd told him about my comings out and he congratulated me. "You look well," he said.
"I feel well," I said. I got to talk about my favorite subject, how and why to change sex, with his
Riz introduced me to a couple, K & A, who'd met there twenty years ago. K pointed to the exact spot. He had blundered into a job at Re-bar shortly before they met. He told me that somewhere under the surface of the dance floor, in spray paint, is "K+A". Awwww!
Also from K, the Re-bar space has been a succession of bars continuously for almost 100 years. Several employees & owners of these establishments report seeing, well after hours when they're closing up, someone who doesn't quite exist. That's right: Re-bar is haunted. A young man from the 1970s - that space held gay or lesbian bars quite a while before it became Re-bar in the late 80s - and a woman from when the building was new.
Of the two founders of Re-bar, one still owns a different nightclub, and the other nearly drank himself to death, but got sober. K said the place has "grown up", but I think it's been owned since by people who also loved the idea of "a gay bar, only for everybody". Every city should have one.
My other deliverance from tedium was a text from B, who invited me to his place near the zoo. I finally saw things I'd only heard of on Texts From Last Night: beer pong and keg stands. A piñata full of candy, condoms, and lube. I finally made up for missing the ice luge at Das Haus. I didn't leave until 3:00. B and his girlfriend managed to put together a fantastic party, and they only decided to throw it yesterday afternoon. I envy them that ability.
