THEY, hipsters, and their funny little hats and styles and beards over the weakest chins genetics can deliver- have come even here, and displaced the Polo cologne crowd. but I couldn’t hear it, i couldn’t see it… then it occurred to me. ![]() all around me, momos were cocking their heads at stuff like dogs do. thrumming along and busy, fer shur fer shur, but it was kind of like a dog whistle kind of frequency. I live in Oklahoma City now, and I NEEDED to walk among my people and have some cold beers and hear some great music and just chillllll in that old school gay bar way… so I thought ROAD TRIP!!! and came down to Dallas… I used to bartend at Brick Bar a few years back, in the old spot, so I thought well, we’ll try there, and maybe Cedar Springs a bit… I went to eat up on Cedar Springs, another review, Hunky’s, and the vibe was off on the old strip.
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