Loading ...I’m in the mood to redecorate the Shattered Prayer. In typical Gemini fashion, I’m wantin’ to change something. But its SOOOOOO much hard work. I don’t think I quite want it that bad. Not yet.
Kaitlin has had the travelling stomach flu for the past day. Her symptoms haven’t been so bad, but her fever did spike to 103 at one point. Mostly she’s been complaining about not being able to go anywhere over the weekend. A miserable situation for an eight year old.
I had a weird dream about my ex last night, that he came to visit me and was all wrinkled and old, obviously withered from the strain of his ridiculous, self-inflicted domestic situation.
Then I was awakened this morning by Cleto, who was yowling like he was in terrible pain. I leapt up from bed in a panic, and found him dangling from the curtain, about 4 feet off the floor, his little claws caught in the cloth and his little back feet kicking. What a dumbass. I have no idea how he got himself into such a fix, but Bea never does things like that.
People are still being brought here by the ‘peeing on technology’ search string. If I’d know peeing on tech was so popular, I might’ve started doing it long long ago. Well I sort of did, on that Mercedes. By the way, R the P, that Mercedes was parked in the parking lot of the now closed Backstreet.
A moment of silence for Backstreet, please.
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Backstreet’s not back.
And Che isn’t talking about the Backstreet Boys. She’s talking about the finest gay bar in Atlanta that recently closed shop after like 100 years in service.
A moment of silence.
What happened that Backstreet should have closed?
And Cleto up the curtains.. Maybe it’s another apparition of any kind that drove him there. How’s things in the visitors departement Che?
Ah, it was sad. Backstreet closed down because when it was first built, it was pretty much in a slummy area. Then the area suddenly went upscale, but the bar stayed the same, and the new neighbors made all kinds of complaints and trouble. Bastards. It was a cool bar, I started going there while I was still underage, many decades ago. Lots of memories, I tell’ya.
I don’t know, I just think Cleto is a bit ’special’ in a short bus kind of way. But lovable.
Now what is it the best places always have to surrender?
In Utrecht i lost two of my favourite bars and a nightclub up to date. And another is to be ‘relocated’ from a nice old former cinema in Art Deco style and located on one of the nicest places on the main city canal to a new concrete vomit design building surrounded by office blocks.
It ain’t fair…
Maybe Cleto’s way is the way to do it… To climb some curtains once in a while.
I never went to Backstreet, as I lived in the further north, but everyone gay talked about it. We had our own versions of Backstreet around, but they were probably more pathetic replicas. Still, it’s too bad.
A college friend used to have a cat like Cleto. Eventually, the lure of the wild got to him and he ran away, never to return. He seemed a bit more actually, truly insane than Cleto, so perhaps his case is a bad example.
We also lost a fun NYC gay bar to gentrification. It went from hole-in-the-wall gay village charm to uber-hetero fancy jazz bar in like two weeks. Ugh…