On Friday 29th March, after nearly twenty hours of being awake (and having been travelling for most of them) Lisa, Clare and I arrived at our hotel in Downtown Houston. Rather than taking the sensible option and heading straight to bed, we decided to head out to the local bar, across the road from our hotel, and toast the start of our Texan road trip with a quick drink. And so, without even wasting time on freshening up, we headed out into the night….
$90 and two questionable shots later, our make-up: barely there and still dressed in the clothes we had been travelling in, it seemed like an excellent idea that we (Lisa and I, Clare having very sensibly retired to bed) should join a couple of the barmen who had been entertaining us at Tony’s Corner Pocket, a slightly grotty but oh-so friendly gay bar across the road from where we had started our evening and, conveniently, located right next door to our hotel. Needless to say that the rest of the night descends into a bit of a rum-induced haze although I do remember some sort of Drag Queen/topless dancing competition on a stage in the bar (a show that our guide for the evening, Cody, seemed rather taken with, to the point that he even handed Lisa some dollar bills to, ahem, pass to one of the performers). I also remember talking to a very camp gentleman from South America who seemed more than willing to cast aside his preferences for the night. The highlight for me however came at the end of our revelries. As we were just leaving Tony’s, what did we spy at the edge of the dance floor, right next to the Pole-dancers’ podium?
A microwave.
The mind boggles as to what it was for!
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