Not as Awkward as The Capital

Location: Chelsea, New York City, NY, USA

Friday May 14, 2010 Night:

Angela Koh (high school/dance team/fabulously, bitchy friend and fashion student at FIT who lives in Chinatown/Little Italy) randomly came up with the idea of visiting a drag show for the night. After some lengthy research, we found out that we couldn’t watch queens with great legs parade around in 4-inch heels and lovely feather boas, because there weren’t many late-night drag shows on Friday nights. Apparently Tuesday nights are really bumping instead. And just when I thought the only thing Tuesday nights are good for are for obnoxiously annoying Lost fans to get their weekly fix (soon to be over, suckas!).

Scratching that plan, we decided to hit up The Gates for a party Angela’s friend, Rich, was promoting that night. We got to the club after getting all dolled-up. It wasn’t as awkward as the time we visited The Capital, as per Rich’s recommendation last Thanksgiving Break, although I don’t think you can get much more awkward than that party. Yikes. The Gates was definitely much more of a lounge than a club with a diverse group of customers: Asian, blacks, whites, and even a little person. I’m not sure what the club owner was thinking, though, when he/she decided it wasn’t necessary to have a dance floor. Yet, the lack of dance area didn’t prevent some drunken people to get up and dance anyways on the small, carpeted area near their table. Go you. Have fun like nobody’s watching!

We headed over to McFadden’s to meet up with Angela’s Jewish boy, Mr. Brown. What a change of scene! There, Angela and I found ourselves the only non-whites in a crowd of drunks twisting it to Footloose, Grease, and Sweet Caroline. My God, did the forty-year old woman with short hair and mom jeans dancing on the wooden bar get excited when John Travolta’s smooth voice came over the speakers! Some cocktails later, I found myself dancing with a sailor. Why do they insist on wearing their uniforms out? Aren’t they scared of getting drinks spilled on them? And dear Sir, putting your hat on the girl you’re dancing with doesn’t hide the fact you can’t keep a beat. Work on those dance skills. Kthxbai.