MLK recap hey!
From "Golden Girls"
Dorothy: "You’ll have to excuse my mother. She suffered a slight stroke a few years ago which has left her, if I can be frank, a complete burden."
I began my celebration of the memory of the Reverently Black Revered Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr. on Friday by heading out to Fag Fridays’ new venue at Pink in the Mission. The place is hip, modern, and serves too delish pink shots, but it also seemed to be straight, or straight-ish in style, and nothing like the End Up. Too, DJ David Harness, one of my favorite DJs, was not playing as promised, so it was vocal-less house music that never really piqued in interest. I did get to dance with a drag queen, though.
Sunday, I caught a matinee of "Cloverfield", and am still traumatized by it. More than just a monster movie, it really encapsulates terror, tragedy, and loss without justification or reason, ending without any quaint explanation or sappy theme music, just the credits blankly rolling as everyone silently leaves the theatre.
Then it was to the Sunday T-dance, which, it being a holiday weekend, I would presume would be packin’ ‘em in. Not so. Scant few revelers and once again, vocal-less crap house that was better suited to night than day. Add in a $9 Long Island iced tea served in a tiny plastic cup, and you have one miffed quigga (queer wigga = me) aksking himself, What happened to my T-Dance?
Then Monday, I walked in the romantic rain down Van Ness.
Not bad.
