Brokeback Capitol Hill

The Capitol Hill dive looked a hell of a lot better through the bottom of a glass. The Cute Detroit Lesbian agreed .
'Too many hipster assholes in here Lady. Wanna go to a gay cowboy bar?'

This was not the oddest question I been had asked that day. Not by a long shot.

'What's the hipster percentage at this gay cowboy bar?'

'Zero!' beamed C.D.L.'It's a real shithole.'

'I might so.'

This got me a glare. I got off light. She's the only woman I know (apart from me) that could swear for Olympic gold.

'You might what?'

'Want to go to this wonderful gay cowboy bar with it's wonderful shortage of loud hipster scum.'

'Ooooh..think you can handle the six block walk in those (points at my ridiculous shoes) or should I get you a fucking cab.'

'If I can't walk straight it won't be the shoes *hic* fault'

The CDL and I share a odd penchant for grotty little neighbourhood bars where an actual conversation can be held. We hadn't seen each other in ages and had some catching up to do. Our rendezvous location was more a matter of convenience than preference. I had walked to Capitol Hill from the White House like a complete fucking fool and those ridiculous shoes had taken their toll. She had walked a similar distance from a different part of the city but was comfily shod. If the stereotypes continued on cue she'll arrive with a moving van for our next meet up.

It's a sad remark on my jaundiced outlook that I was surprised that this new bar was exactly as CDL had described it. It looked like a 70s era piano bar that been badly renovated in the 80s with mirrors in lieu of taste and common decency. Clearly the work of heterosexuals. An odd setting indeed for the posse of non-heterosexual cowboys (and odd cowgirl) that were two-stepping around the dance floor. I suppose the surroundings were marginally better than the prairie.

It was a friendly and welcoming place. No shortage of willing volunteers to teach a newcomer the basics not to mention cheap booze and, rarest of rare, friendly barkeepers. Now as many of you know I am not the country music type and I reserve a special vial of ire for New Country.

'New Country? Hi, I'd like you to meet my friend New Napalm'
FWWOOOOOMMMPPHHHHFFFFFSSSSSS!!

Yet there was a real fun vibe to this place that took me by surprise. CDL and I actually gave a moment of earnest consideration to coming back some night with sensible footwear (Lots of cowboy boots stomping around would make shit of open toes). This was in the middle of the usual drunken shite talk that goes hand in hand with unexpected good times.

'Will we come back some night ? It's kinda fucking hard dancing without a partner'

' I might so.'

'You might what?'

'Come back here. Can't have you making an arse of yourself'

'Oh yeah. Well I might kick your ass!'

'Ha! You really need both feet on the *hic* ground right now'

'Ha-HAA! Watch this then' (plants a round boot on my backside)

'Ow..that fucking hurt! C'mere ta fuck!'

We did the Tango out the door and down the street.