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thirteenrocksMy great excape from Snowmeggedon in the Midwest is a cloudy, rainy mess, with temps in the 70's. The getaway has been perfect, financially efficient, and a nice stroll down memory lane, this isn't my first visit to Ft. Lauderdale.
My first very big boy vacation in 2001, was to the area, unaware of the gay life in the big city. Booked a week hotel on the beach, with a rental car, plenty of bars within driving distance, each with a theme night. It was great.
Walking on the beach daily, searching for the elusive sea glass is my jam. I have a small pile growing. Its fun, gives me time for reflection of those two different periods.
The dance bar is still the same. The DJ last night was pretty amazing if not darn right excellent. There is something about dancing to a remix of madonna's rouge surrounded my men, feeling alive, present, and loved. One of the older men and I both sang to Abba's "Lay all your love on me" the smile on his face when he recognised the song was priceless.
I miss those days. There is no regret in not sinking into the club circuit boy further than what I did. I enjoyed the dance floor and the party. The lifestyle, I kept out, which made a big difference. In my younger years and currently, there isn't a local gay hangout for a dance. I miss dancing for hours, with a DJ who was playing remixes of popular songs I was familiar with. Oh I miss the dance.
Glad I went out last night. Something I don't do very often.
I got back from the club at 1:00 a.m., greeting by the guy who we met at the bathhouse the other night in the courtyard. He thought I was latino. Talked to me in Spanish, knowing where he was going, I didn't respond, then he switched to the How are you. I went to bed shortly their after.
My first very big boy vacation in 2001, was to the area, unaware of the gay life in the big city. Booked a week hotel on the beach, with a rental car, plenty of bars within driving distance, each with a theme night. It was great.
Walking on the beach daily, searching for the elusive sea glass is my jam. I have a small pile growing. Its fun, gives me time for reflection of those two different periods.
The dance bar is still the same. The DJ last night was pretty amazing if not darn right excellent. There is something about dancing to a remix of madonna's rouge surrounded my men, feeling alive, present, and loved. One of the older men and I both sang to Abba's "Lay all your love on me" the smile on his face when he recognised the song was priceless.
I miss those days. There is no regret in not sinking into the club circuit boy further than what I did. I enjoyed the dance floor and the party. The lifestyle, I kept out, which made a big difference. In my younger years and currently, there isn't a local gay hangout for a dance. I miss dancing for hours, with a DJ who was playing remixes of popular songs I was familiar with. Oh I miss the dance.
Glad I went out last night. Something I don't do very often.
I got back from the club at 1:00 a.m., greeting by the guy who we met at the bathhouse the other night in the courtyard. He thought I was latino. Talked to me in Spanish, knowing where he was going, I didn't respond, then he switched to the How are you. I went to bed shortly their after.