Caterwalling

Kevin called for a long overdue 80s night at the Cat Club last night. Shilpa, Kevin and I can make supper happy fun time out of a wet paper bag, so we had a good time last night, despite the recent changes at the Cat. The back room DJ has changed, and not for the better, which sort of killed our love for the bar. Crappy if-there-were-a-C-side tracks trying to be alternacool mixed in with poppy bits best played in the front room. The front room, however, started sliding dangerously into to 90s one too many times, to the extent that the crappy obvious poppy 80s selections were not given their usual forgiveness.

The crowd itself has skewed even more young and more Marina/Peninsula than memory serves. Some of the crowd was so young I would suspect fake IDs expect that the door man has been checking IDs at SF clubs since the early 80s, knows his stuff, and takes no shit. It may be the summer (yes, summer in San Francisco, with temps into 40s and fog so thick fish swim by), but there was also a LOT of euro student hostelers in the crowd.

One of whom was crazy with the pretty. Enough to make up for his wretched eastern European teen fashion. (He looked like something out of a 90s Bel Ami video.) I tried to get a couple of shots of him, but these don't come close to doing justice.

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He did look quite tasty.


Kevin remarked, "I didn't think they made skin that tight." There was some other incredibly young eye candy, which continued to entertain us. I was heartened to notice that while the crowd was predominately young, straight, and annoying, the lesbians represented—keeping a good gay cred in the mix. The baby gays less so, but there.

Top of our to do list though: the mirror and the tranny.

Kevin wanted to get there early enough to supplant the usual old guy stoned out of his gourd dancing with himself in the mirror in the front room. Sadly, he was absent last night.

Gladly, however, our favorite tranny was not. She's just awesome, and was rocking out in her sensible black sneakers.

I love this pic of the Shilpa and think she should crop it for her profile pic. I began to crop it myself, but stopped because Favorite Tranny could be seen in the field.


I was about to write that we were the oldest ones there, but I forgot about the couple on a date. It appeared that he took her out for dinner and "dancing." We gave him points. And from the touching and ultimate complete and extended groping on the dance floor, she was going to do the dude from the begining, but was just waiting/drinking long enough not to look easy.


And yeah, we are not afraid to take photos.

Like I said, even a lame night is super happy fun time with Kevin, and we had it.

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Because Kevin needed to get his high-school-goth-music dancing on.



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