Is this the typical gay bar experience?My girlfriend's friend Cedric (AKA Cedrica) calls her and announces he's moving to San Diego with his boyfriend. This calls for a going away party. The location;
Jet Set, a small bar (that happens to be a gay bar) 3 blocks from my old apartment in the Warehouse district of Minneapolis that I must have passed hundreds of times. Now I have no problem with gay bars, but I've never been to one. Until last night, that is. The bar's exterior is not what most gay bars I've gone by look like. It's unassuming. A mere glass front lower level of a converted old warehouse. * Side note: the warehouse has 2 upper levels that had its complete make-over documented on a TLC or HGTV remodel show I watched a few months back. They don't have any rainbows and it doesn't have any themes that might be obvious from the street (i.e.
The Gay 90's or The Minneapolis Eagle).
The inside decor is minimalist. A huge coat rack at the entrance, exposed brick walls painted white, candles, pendant lights that look like balls hanging from the high ceilings, a DJ table, and one large bar on a side wall. And now things start getting a bit coo-koo. The picture above is the DJ. He walks through the crowd of well dressed mostly short men and some women and I immediately realize he doesn't match. Some people play duck duck, grey duck (I always played duck duck, goose), well this guy was a grey duck. Over 300lb, over 6', sweaty, what could only be described as a possible comic book or
D&D fanatic starts playing electronica beats while bobbing his head. Uhm?
As if this wasn't enough. I met a gay rabbi from New Jersey, a gay food critic for the local newspaper that brought a cake to share with everyone, and of course Cedric's boyfriend who just had his last day as a local trainer (and his entire clientele seems to have come to wish him well in Cali).
Is this how all gay bars are? Anyone?