Arches and Columns

Last night, after taking Mark's Tropical Liqueuers virginity, we proceeded to the "other" gay bar in town, Arches and Columns. If one wasn't aware of the orientation of the bar patrons, I think the inflatible pink penis with smily face on the head hanging from the ceiling, or the neon sign proclaiming I "heart" Dick, are not so subtle clues.

I hate to admit it, but I really liked the music they played. It was sufficiently pop-techno-queer. On one particularly bass-heavy groove, there was a noticeable increase in ass shaking among the homos in the small establishment. I commented to Mark that one can tell a gay bar by the immediate reaction to said thumping bass. Mark put on one of his patented smiles and retorted "No, you can tell you're in a gay bar when the fifty-year-old men wear sporty clothes and dance like fourteen-year-old girls!"

Rum Runner at Trops, $5.75. Excellent grasshopper at Arches and Columns, $3.50. An evening with Marky, priceless!