It's probably been more than a decade since I've partaken in an NYC bar crawl... and as a newly single man, even longer since I've dared to indulge "the single mans' tour de force." Saturday, after I spent the week in lockdown working 12+ hours a day on a gratifying freelance project—and finally got a haircut Friday, ending my Big Lebowski phase—it was definitely party time.
Between 8 p.m. and post midnight, Leo and I hit five gay bars in the West Village along Christopher Street, ordering one drink at each and moving onward. Why, if I didn't know better, I'd think I was young again. Great night, very inspiring and good to be out among my brothers, despite having as much desire to date any of them as I would eat steamed cabbage and sauerkraut.
Stop No. 1: Monster
Stop No. 2: Boots & Saddle... with a secondary pit-stop for pizza.
Stop No. 3: The Hangar, where Leonard met a bootylicious drag queen.
Stop No. 4, my fave West Village haunt, Ty's.And finally, the finale, Stop No. 5, the age-old Julius, which has experienced rebirth and was actually hopping and quite fun. Here, we met handsome "Angel." Nice teeth!